We're sleeping out in the forest again

Far from the cities and the streets

But if we close our eyes and we improvise

We can make it to New York in our dreams

The moon becomes a street lamp in Central Park

And the river is a train Brooklyn-bound

The stars turn into pearls on high-heeled girls

Getting ready for a night on the town

Let's take them to the bullfrog opera

And the racoon's masquerade ball

We've got Broadway tickets

To see a line of crickets

And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall

Our tent starts looking like the Plaza Hotel

Tonight we'll sleep like we're rich

The trees grow to equate

The size of the Empire State

And the trail becomes the Tri-borough Bridge

We're sittin' frontrow at Nature's symphony show

With the winds, the reeds, and the strings

We wait for the piano to que the soprano

Cause it's not over till the fat lady sings

She's singing in the the bullfrog opera

And the racoon's masquerade ball

We've got Broadway tickets

To see a line of crickets

And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall

We're singing in the bullfrog opera

And the racoon's masquerade ball

We've got Broadway tickets

To see a line of crickets

And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall