Dream Girl #115
She lives in a dream, has been since ’63
Never a thought for reality
Her strung out scene is her analogy
To believe in the things she’ll never see
And her name is Lucid Lucy
Yes her name is Lucid Lucy
Well have you seen my dream girl #115
She’s a travelling needle on the record machine
Oh have you seen my dream girl #115
She’s a paperback writer for the silver screen
Oh yeah!
They sang her to sleep, sweet dreams for you for me
Moving in her eyes so rapidly
Salvation disguised as virginity
Lucy deprived of divinity
‘Till she finally came to our reality
Yes she finally came to our reality
Well have you seen my dream girl #115
She’s making me clean her yellow submarine
Oh have you seen my dream girl #115
As she takes another hit from the magazine
Oh yeah!
It’s all as it seems, in a pregnant pause on the CD
Strangers in the night, they set her free
Attraction to a life of immorality
Shooting pure immortality
To realise her mind’s fertility
She realises the mind’s fertility
Well have you seen my dream girl #115
She’s playing the part of a beauty queen
Oh have you seen my dream girl #115
With her mind strung out on the guillotine
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!