Chameleons changing colors,
While a crocodile cries.
People rubbing elbows,

But never touching eyes.
Taking off their masks,
Revealing still another guise.

Genuine, imitation life.

People buying happiness,

And manufactured fun.
Everybody's doing,
What everybody's done.

You count on lots of people,
Who can only count to one.
Genuine, imitation life.


[Instrumental break.]


All the pretty clouds,
Are a lovely shade of black.
You find the right direction,

Someone tears up all the track.
People wish of crosses,
Fingers crossed behind their back.

Genuine, imitation life.

[Backup sings the first four

lines below with different phrasing
than that of Valli's lead.]


Old friends get together,
But it's solitare they play.
Everybody's rainbows,

Dressed in different shades of gray.
It's a lovely place to visit,
But I wouldn't want to stay.

Genuine, imitation life.

[Instrumental break with vocal stylings

(some taken from "Hey, Jude."]

[Fade to fake ending.]


[Instrumental and vocal
stylings continue to end.]