i’m building a roller coaster in the back alley
made of wooden crutches
and driftwood from the harbor
sometimes i find my old man
curled up underneath
at three o clock in the morning
all the children in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universe
i’m building a carousel behind the library
made of silver horses sent down from the heavens
sometimes they find me on a horse
naked and asleep
at four o clock in the morning
all the old folks in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universe
i’m building a ferris wheel inside the cemetery
thinking about elvis
he probably was an angel
now i'm crying in the streets
i’m worried ‘bout my life
at five o clock in the morning
all the angels in the hood
they bring me stacks of wood
you like to go up for a ride
and feel the magic
feel the magic
feel the magic
in the universal neighborhood
i hope i can do some good
in the universal neighborhood
i hope i can do some do some good
do some good