Riding on the Back - Francis Dunnery

Molly came home from work and found her cat dead

She suddenly realized she wanted a dog instead

She dashed down to the kennel and bought herself a puppy

And on that first walkies she ran across a yuppie

His name was Steven, he was very clean shaven and patient

Just the type of guy to help her build the kinda life

That she’s been craving

And still to this day, coincidence is all the rage!

I’m riding on the back of a giant bird

Bigger than you, bigger than me

On the west side of your memory

The scent that sings your pot poureé

The flour in your bakery

Johnny and Rita had a real thing going on

Johnny shows Rita to his best friend called Bobbie

Who freaks over Rita, she finds herself smitten

With Bobbie’s commitment to old fashioned values

So they run off together, it’s a match made in heaven

She is a painter and he is a turpentine seller

Just the kind of love to make a lonely man

And lonely woman better

And still to this day coincidence is all the rage!

I’m riding on the back of a giant bird

Bigger than you, bigger than me

It’s the fight in your artillery

The painting in your gallery

The food in your delivery

I don’t want to break your heart in two

There’s just one thing I’d like you to try

Don’t let science take your wings away

You can live tomorrow from today

Frankie got out of school and found himself dead

Instead of a diploma they gave him some white bread

And Graham was in Chicago in a middle class home

Destined for marriage and a lock on his bone

And Johnny was Italian and it was meant to be

All kinds of stupid till he moved to New York City

Just the type of town to help create

The type of music that’s free

I’m riding on the back of a giant bird

Bigger than you, bigger than me

Bigger than all history