Oh, he works in the shadows
He waits in the wings.
Miracle make and the magic begins.
Beneath a lamppost
As he beckons you near.

With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.

Oh, well, it might be a bat
Or a rhinoceros.
Maybe a horse or a pet octopus.
But I think it´s rather
Convenient to find
A friend in the circus of your mind.

Oh, what will you do
When he comes for you?
What will you do when that pooka chooses you?
No, don´t be afraid
To follow his lead.
He´ll show you the ropes of our reality.

He ain´t gonna hurt you
No not in the least.

So a toast to a most benevolent beast.

So, here´s to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams.
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Look him straight in the eye.
If you say you can´t see him, you´re living a
La la la la la la la lie (×4)

Oh, where will I be
When he comes for me?
What will I see when that pooka chooses me?

No I ain´t scared
Of ghosts in the night.
I´ll lap it all up with delicious delight.

An ocean of time
Where we can run free.

Harvey and me, yes, we´ll sail the high seas
In our grand fantasy, and we´ll sing...