Oh, he works in the shadows
He waits in the wings.
Miracle waking, the magic begins.
Leaning on a lamppost
As he beckons you near.
With a furry white claw and magnificent ears.
Oh, it might be a bat
Or a rhinoceros.
Maybe a horse or a pet octopus.
But I think it's rather
Convenient to find
A friend in the circus of your mind.
Oh, what will you do
When he comes for you?
What will you do when that pooka chooses you?
No, don't be afraid
To follow his lead.
He'll show you the ropes of our reality.
He ain't gonna hurt you
No not in the least.
So a toast to a most benevolent beast.
So, here's to you, Harvey
The weaver of dreams
Stopper of clocks, the unpicker of seams.
Raise a glass to old Harvey
Look him straight in the eye.
If you say you can't see him, you're living a
La la la la la la la lie (×4)
Oh, where will I be
When he comes for me?
What will I see when that pooka chooses me?
No I ain't scared
Of ghosts in the night.
I'll lap it all up with delicious delight.
An ocean of time
Where we can run free.
Harvey and me, yes, we'll sail the high seas
In our grand fantasy, and we'll sing...