I’m gonna get a job coz Frank said I should
I’m gonna tell the truth, just like Negri always would
I’m gonna wear sweaters and dress real nice
My white shoes’ll help conquer every vice
If you weren’t a Christian, I’d call you Jesus
I’m a believer.


“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood”
Waking up to shattered dreams and knowing that you could
Carry on without a doubt,
and get real high and just pass out
In the back seat of a moving car
carrying you away to someplace far
And when you wake up to see the moon,
you know you woke up a minute too soon
You wanted to sleep for an eternity,
but you woke up to buckle yourself to your seat
Coz he’s driving fast and really dangerous,
and he nearly ran into to the back of a bus
And you’re worried that he’s not sober,
so you cry and beg him to pull over.
You notice you’re not in the neighborhood of Make-Believe,
coz you can’t believe anything you see
And you lost touch with everything;
some people might call you insane
But you’re not losing it; you know you’re good;
you tie your shoes just like you should
And Mr. Rogers is never really dead;
you keep him alive in the back of your head.
And his talk is a constant, yeah;
we all think you definitely lost it.
Welcome to Make-Believe,
you’re back where you can trust what you see
And everything is a puppet or a picture,
and the kids are all happy.
The parents are together,
back in the kitchen fixing food for you and your brother.
We’re all kids again,
and you love the way we live, in Make-Believe.
Where everything is love…..
“Welcome to the neighborhood.”