Can't you see it? It's clear as it can be. It makes a sunny beam of light that seems to follow me. Can't you hear it? Sopranos everywhere. A chorus of the choice's voices singing in the air. It makes the soot underfoot flash like diamonds. And every cop dances by like Fred Astaire. Can't you see it? It's blazed across the sky. If you can see it, you're as happy as I. Can't you see it? It's pleasanter than spring. It's like the humble peasant felt the day they made him king. It makes the fumes from the bus smell so clean. And every bum on a bench sings like Dean. Can't you see it? It makes the buildings fly. If you can see it, then you're as happy as I. If you can see it, you're as happy as I. Can't you see it? It's pleasant than spring. It's like the humble peasant felt the day they made him king.