Red Heels

Peter Pan comes rushing in, he's asking "who has got a heart for this Tin Man?"
Michelangelo his soul is full of woe, is looking for a place to go
Richard Nixon and Fidel Castro are "
Bowling Alone", like they always done
Honey, your eyes are messed up with mascara, I could be your Toto, are you wearing red shoes?

King Arthur's lost his sword been looking high and low wants to know if we'll search with him
But the storm is coming on, your stockings are ripped and torn, better keep moving
Don't worry, I'm right behind you and I'll fight anything, make you safe as I can
Why you getting in that Ford Mustang with the Lion, leaving me here alone, flying monkeys around my car?
The papers all read there's a child on his knees and that we're running out of oil
Too much rhetoric to extol and verbal exocets to dodge, is there any wonder the man's in a crisis?
The straw man wants to be strong and carry us along despite the tide and the charge
But if it all goes wrong Dorothy click knee highs and take us all away from the storm

Well, I'm stuck here with Obi Wan trying to teach him this song
You're hanging with the Wizard and his Emerald beauties these days
Whisky don't help it just makes me sore, as I try to remember why we were travelling
Chamberlain says I can have a ride but he's got a weak side, says Eichmann is due for the gallows

Thanks for the invitation the party is alive and it's good to see you again
Maybe we could step outside, Dorothy, and talk about old times without the cat
Of course, I've been fine, no it's just from the dust, I think black really suits you
As we both lean in with a television audience watching, you click your heels and we're gone...