Have you ever had a dream, where you landed on the scene In your coattails, silver pails of wine running free? Could it be, that I can't even hear the sound of laughter anymore? There are rumours by the score, with heart attacks and bad backs and two out of four Could it be, that it ain't worth living anymore? Put on them soft shoes and let's wreck it tonight Throw off them old blues and them uptight, uptight feelings And when it's over, I think I'm doing right Come on and join the carriage and whether you are free or married and Tell her she's gonna be carried to the wreckage tonight Then my lady came around and her flowing satin down When I couldn't move, it goes to prove I was glued to the ground where I stood I was starved and blinded by this miracle I'd seen And if it hadn't been for those coattails, ginger ales, my vision, my dream I could see, that it ain't worth living anymore Put on them soft shoes and let's wreck it tonight Kick off them old blues and them uptight, uptight feelings And when it's over, I think I'm doing right Come on and join the carriage and whether you are free or married and Tell her she's gonna be carried to the wreckage tonight Come on and join the carriage and whether you are free or married and Tell her she's gonna be carried to the wreckage tonight