It is a crime to love humanity The upstarts begin with their rhythm rhymes And around the issue and

around it Splattering paints as though they were mimes Poor Pollack look how your lessons were skewed You went to Mexico they went down to Silverlake: Where the dew waters with perfumed roses At thr corner of Broadway and Sunset A bakery that makes no mistake of things It loves me with its fine ingredients With two of the dreamers and with Ramon He talks the whole time and never listens He tells me I’m too old for you you know But I love you and I know you love me.