Honey, I was a poetaster In this morning How many people were going To cardino skies? The festival is over It's time to go How many people call me, amigo? (Woo) Like a never ending shout Hysterical scream in blue Like a never ending joke Don't want to remember Like a never ending smile Automatic feeling (Woo) If you see her, say hello (How many people were going to cardino skies?)