Goji Berries

I mistook you for a stranger
 My lady in a golden outfit
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lade in a cornflake steamboat
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lady in a golden outfit
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lade in a steamboat la la
 Marching in
 When the saints go marching in
 He was longing there
 A man who had 10 000 acres
 But it was more than washed away
 You could barely see the scrapes
 Marching in
 When the saints go marching in
 Barking at
 Barking at the moon again
 He was longing there
 A man with everything, you name it
 But the love he threw away
 When it became a pound of waist
 Was haunting him
 And barking at the moon behind him
 These downing days are cruel
 It's the coming of the age that bothers you
 Just like everybody
 You planned it in your room:
 Two guys in a time machine
 They'll plug into your world from a moonlit sky
 And I wonder if you ever really noticed it but
 Somehow things make sense
 Although you don't know why
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lady in a golden outfit
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lade in a cornflake steamboat
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lady in a golden outfit
 I mistook you for a stranger
 My lade in a steamboat la la