Looking out over Brooklyn

And my knees, my knees are shot

Middle age is here

And the renaissance is not

16 onto 38, 20 pull off dead

Looking after your dog

And he can't be left alone

He's as dumb as a log

But the telephone is cold

18 onto 45, 20 pull off dead

You were back from Alaska

And you were head of state

Yeah it's mostly symbolic

But you might control my fate

80 onto 95, 20 pull off dead