Ol’ Odie sends his hellos, he writes from his bed with his seed on his clothes
Hung from his twenty dollar bills, the mighty skyscraper holy hollow hill
And he climbs up the table top and he shouts down all the hills
He says we are rolling now we are rolling down that thoroughfare of thrills
They don’t know and I doubt they ever will

Tin men marching all night long
Slowly dancing for the Green Trombone
Watch the hue, don’t swerve said [?]

Well Ol’ Odie bends at the feet, the celebration started with a kick in the teeth
Counting the bottles in vain, well I’ve lost count of the days
Well I’m down in the valley, and you’re up on a heartbreak hill
He says we are rolling now we are rolling down that thoroughfare of thrills
They don’t know and I doubt they ever will

Tin men marching all night long
Slowly dancing for the Green Trombone
Watch the hue, don’t swerve said [?]