Suburban Arizona as the summer days pass
I met a traffic warden who had eyes of glass
and I walked along beside him, and I cannot lie
But something in that gaze seemed to electrify
He said "hey you're young you're tragic
you've got consequence to spare
You should arabesque in traffic
it's a deathwish dare
I'll turn all the city lights a Minnesota green
so the cars will stop and watch you like a fairy queen
who sings God Save Old Bohemia as she breathes her last"
Said the warden with the otherworldly eyes of glass