Stars on Parade, Stars on Parade! There's a story about this kid named Sid and he was born to be wild I save cigarette butts for a monkey in a mountain and I looked around some kind of friend went out one night walking in the premarital world the wicked world don't you ever wear my clothes again Stars on Parade! When I was a little happy happy, happy, happy you wanted to be somebody but you ain't no [funk?] bomb bursting in air gave proof through the night jail babe don't you know i can't hovering comes to mind somehow describing hovering becomes important in a cold hard world it's [a very?] like a rose, like a rose like a monkey in a blue bayou like a complete unknown like the wild wind blowing in the stars I'm looking for a nice girl there was this big guy since I lost my smile and your heart is weary Stars on Parade!