Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room
They were gifts from Zeus
I rock the bolts in a basinet of a pine
People as me how I am
I say I'm alright.
I'm fine!

I push the lightning bolts in a pram
Till the sun goes down & it gets dark
And the girls of Jubilee Street hang out their windows
And they wave & ask me how I am tonight
I say I'm good.
I'm alright!
In Athens all the youths
are crying from the gas

I'm bu the hotel pool working on a tan
People come up and ask me who I am
I say "if you don't know, don't ask"
Zeus laughs
But it's the gas
He asks me how I am
I said "Zeus, don't ask"

My lightning bolts are jolts of joy
They are joy boy from Zeus
I feed them porridge
in the booster seats of knowledge
And in the cradle of democracy
The pigeons are wearing gas masks
My lightning bolts play in the elevators
They slide down the hotel banister
And Zeus throws a gas canister
And it spins around the pool
As pigeons wearing respirators
steal the lightning bolts
Zeus wants them back

O my bolts of joy!
O my darling little boys!
They are lost to us!
And pepole
They are never coming back
At night I watch them sleep
And cry years of tears

And it's not the gas
People ask me how we are
We are, I say,
Mostly lost.