The Bullfrog Opera

We're sleeping out in the forest again
 Far from the cities and the streets
 But if we close our eyes and we improvise
 We can make it to New York in our dreams
 The moon becomes a street lamp in Central Park
 and the river is a train Brooklyn-bound
 The stars turn into pearls on high-heeled girls
 Getting ready for a night on the town
 Let's take them to the bullfrog opera
 and the racoon's masquerade ball
 We've got Broadway tickets
 to see a line of crickets
 And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall
 Our tent starts looking like the Plaza Hotel
 Tonight we'll sleep like we're rich
 The trees grow to equate
 the size of the Empire State
 And the trail becomes the Tri-borough Bridge
 We're sittin' frontrow at Nature's symphony show
 With the winds, the reeds, and the strings
 We wait for the piano to que the soprano
 Cause it's not over till the fat lady sings
 She's singing in the the bullfrog opera
 and the racoon's masquerade ball
 We've got Broadway tickets
 to see a line of crickets
 And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall
 We're singing in the bullfrog opera
 and the racoon's masquerade ball
 We've got Broadway tickets
 to see a line of crickets
 And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall