Oh, he works in the shadows
He waits in the wings
Miracle make and the magic begins
Beneath a lamppost
As he beckons you near
With a furry white claw and magnificent ears

Oh, well, it might be a bat
Or a rhinoceros
Maybe a horse or a pet octopus
But I think it's rather
Convenient to find
A friend in the circus of your mind

Oh, what will you do
When he comes for you?
What will you do when that pooka chooses you?
No, don't be afraid
To follow his lead
He'll show you the ropes of our reality

He ain't gonna hurt you
No not in the least
So a toast to a most benevolent beast

So, here's to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
The stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Look him straight in the eye
If you say you can't see him, you're living a
La la la la la la la lie (×4)
Oh, where will I be
When he comes for me?
What will I see when that pooka chooses me?

No, I ain't scared
Of ghosts in the night
I'll lap it all up with delicious delight

An ocean of time
Where we can run free

Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas
In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...

So, here's to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
The stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Look him straight in the eye
If you say you can't see him, you're living a
La la la la la la la lie (×4)