Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room
They were gifts from Zeus
I rock the bolts in a basinet of pine

People ask me how I am
I say I am all right
I'm fine!

I push the lightning bolt in a pram
Till the sun goes down & it gets dark
The girls from Jubilee Street hang out their windows

And they wave & ask me how I am tonight
I say I am good
I'm all right!

I Athens all the youths are crying from the gas
I am by the hotel pool working on a tan
People come up and ask me who I am

I say if you don't know
Don't ask
Zeus laughs but it's the gas

He asks me how I am
I say Zeus don't ask
My lightning bolts are jolts of joy

They are joy boys from Zeus
I fed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledge
And in the cradle of democracy the pigeons are wearing gas masks

My lightning bolts play in the elevators
They slide down the hotel banister
And Zeus throws a gas canister

And it spins around the pool
As pigeons wearing respirators
Steal the lightning bolts

Zeus wants them back
O my bolts of joy
O my darling little boys

They are lost to us
And people
They are never coming back

At night I watch them sleep
And cry years of tears
And it's not the gas

People ask me how we are
We are I say mostly lost