I don't know about your dreams
But mine are sort of hackneyed
Same thing, night after night
Just... repetitive

And the color is really bad -
And the themes are just infantile
And you always get what you want -
And that's just not the way life is

First National Bank? I love it!
New Hat? Forget it!
Moby Dick? Never read it!

I came home today
And both our cars were gone
And there were all these new pink
Flamingoes arranged in star patterns
All over the lawn

Then I went into the kitchen
And it looked like a tornado had hit
And then I realized I was in the wrong House

Last night I had that dream again
I dreamed I had to take a test
In a Dairy Queen on another planet
And then I looked around
And there was this woman
And she was making it all up
She was writing it all down
And she was laughing
She was laughing her head off
And I said: Hey! Give me that pen!

I turned the corner in Soho today and someone
Looked right at me and said:
Oh No! Another Laurie Anderson clone!

And I said: Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!