It's the beheading of St. John the Baptist Day And you're taking in all you can You're humming a blue Gershwin rhapsody While you're stuck in the turnstiles Blood on your hands I think I should get an apartment A place I can finally lay down My own stylized compartment Where I can look at your picture And drink till I drown *chorus* While Puff the Magic dragon Was drowning in the bay You and Jackie Paper Grabbed the cash and got away I think that I could have phrased better Those words that I spit in your face Now you're wearing your pride like a sweater And I'm all bundled up In a shroud of disgrace Chorus Roll away- Life is so easy when you're living alone Roll away- There's gin in the freezer- nobody's home I think I'll get back to the city For a buck I'll see Jupiter's moon They're red and they're blue and they're green And they're pretty Out on west 22nd and 8th avenue Chorus Roll away- Life is so easy when you're living alone Roll away- There's gin in the freezer- nobody's home Roll away- Life tastes so special when you're living in sin Roll away- Like those little French candies In those little French tins It's the beheading of St. John the Baptist Day