The moon's still high and the tide is low
As I'm dressing up for the show
I fixed my costume now it's ready to go
Today I'll be in the front row

The sound of waves come crushing on the shore
Pier 64
It's sweepin' sweepin' my feet off the floor
What's it all for?

See, a giant bird on a hotel
Broken up pieces of seashells
Everything looks a bit pastel
Look, it’s all so quiet on the inlet
Birds dry their wings in the sunset
Don’t block the light, they get upset

Keep looking for the prize
In Treasure Island skies
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