In a rage I happened to tell
Someone of my dreams
I happen to know
How stupid it seems
I happen to believe

If a brain lives 24 hours
In spite of the way
It happens to roll
Then the reason goes without
Staying out of control

So indeed I happened to show
Too much of my past
I happened to know
How long it would last
I happen to believe

If a brain lives 24 hours
In spite of the way
On which it was made
Then the reason certainly
Hates the price to be paid

Is it right?
Is it right I'm night mayor of the city?
Could it be that bad in the day?
Should I fight the night mayor of the city
Cause I'm pretty well tired of this way
All I need are a few instructions
I can handle the job
All I need is a secretary

Reassured I happened to go
To work with a smile
I happened to think of it
For awhile
I happen to believe

If a brain works 24 hours
In spite of the things
It happens to see
Then the evening promises
Rest inside of the key

Is it right?
Is it right I'm night mayor of the city?
Could it be that bad in the day?
Should I fight the night mayor of the city
Cause I'm pretty well tired of this way