Clasp Hands

We’re going down on N-ineteen
At 4:30 a. m
And we grasped the hands
In N.Y.C.
It was Steve’s song
Clasp hands
Well, perhaps it’s so familiar
In a blue bus
It was a pleasure
The lads were wolverines
A cuckoo is talking
So we clasped hands
We grasped hands
We’re going down N.Y.C.
Steve’s song
A woman Pearl was talking to me
And we all clasped hands
It was clockwork tears
And we all clasped hands
It was one of the best shows ever seen
Ludicrous, majestic and exhilarating
Priscilla Chaos is a lustrous jewel
And we all clasped hands
In N.Y.C.