Crying eyes in the rain,
I guess they just could not refrain
When they saw Edgar Allan Poe
Tap-dancing in the snow.

Little girl Lonely sitting in the hall,
Never got invited to the ball.
But, you know, she really didn't miss that much,
Just socialites dancing around and such.

I'm the zebra baby,
Color kills me slowly.

Oh don't you know that my world's on fire,
I just wanna get a little bit higher,
And that's when I saw Earnest Hemmingway
Swing-dancing last Saturday.

Little Lucy running down the road,
All her life she's gonna carry that load.
Ran on down to the railroad track
And had no intention of coming back.

I'm the zebra baby,
Color kills me slowly.