3rd Of June Lyrics - Flag - Yello

This is the third of June, 1988 

A highly unimportant day 

Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan 

In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd 

The city was slow and tired 

The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck 

Like boxer's towels after a fight 

Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop 

Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it 

Who's that, what's that, what do you mean 

I'll never know where I lost my dream 

Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 

Third of June, end of game 

No looking to the right 

No looking to the left 

Lenny is a target and always on track 

Lenny is a target and nobody shoots 

Lenny is a target lost the route 

Ruins of a child's old fantasy 

Ruins of a child was [?] 

Lenny is a target and nobody shoots 

Lenny is a target lost the route 

Who's that, what's that, what do you mean 

I'll never know when I lost my dream 

Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 

Third of June, end of game 

Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop 

Looked at his face 

Took off his jacket 

Put it on the pavement 

Stepped on it 

And started preaching like a monk from another world 

After some minutes, he had a little crowd 

Which disappeared when a police car passed by slowly 

Like rolling gloom 

And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area 

At this early night of June 3rd, 1988 

Who's that, what's that, what do you mean 

I'll never know when I lost my dream 

Who's that, what's that, gimme your name 

Third of June, end of game