Lyrics:

Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see the Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919

You make arrangements with the guard
Halfway round the exercise yard
To sugar the pill, disguising the enormous
Double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably forfeit to buy
Double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably buy
If we live, we live to tread on dead kings
Or else, we'll work to live to buy the things we multiply
Until they fill the ordered universe


Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see the Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919 (as long ago)
1919, 1919, 1919, 1919