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 poure 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 cla** 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