Future

<br>[alto solo by beverly jenkins] (chorus)<br><br><br><br>[gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,]<br><br>[im gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told.]<br><br>[im gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold.]<br><br>(hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball)<br><br>(for there you will see that you will pray for light)<br><br>(the future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be,)<br><br>(but with rockets and picks, from music and jetsam)<br><br>(theres no butt that you can push, and push,)<br><br>(let your imagination burst into flame)<br><br>(and it will let you do whatever you damn well to do, do,do).<br><br><br><br>Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use,<br><br>To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass<br><br>And cheese and wood and wind and sea.<br><br>I would stand there, dig a grave, and quietly say,<br><br>Ladies and gentlemen, play for me, play for me.<br><br>(and the orchestra plays a beautiful melody)