He lived his life As though it was a movie Humphrey Bogart Was his god He'd become the book That he was reading He locked his mind in Fantasy He lived his life As though it was a movie Humphrey Bogart Was his god He'd become the book That he was reading Locked his mind in Fantasy But he never complained When it started to rain He just waited for the pennies from heaven He would hold out his hand In a, gesture so grand Everybody wondered what he's been given Yes they did To live his life and dream Was all he wanted And his name was Solitaire, yeah He never felt one of the crowded nation And if he's insane What am I Wander down a corridor Carpeted from wall to wall Jump into a swimming pool And watch your mind swim Living is a tragedy Though it doesn't mean to be Whaddya think your mother is And what is she for, heh He lived his life As though it was a movie Humphrey Bogart Was his god He'd become every book That he was a reading Locked his mind in Fantasy, yes, yes Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble