When Dreamland catches fire, all is lost New Yorkers are no longer entertained With nine alarms the park will feel the cost And Coney Island’s dreams are thus constrained
Still biting heads off chickens on the pier The Freaks and Geeks may try to carry on But fire makes the brave New Yorkers fear When Dreamland burns to ash, the dream is gone
Will history remember how they came What used to be such fun is now a mess Will Dreamland ever know another name Like Nightmareland? That’s anybody’s guess
A metaphor for dreams that might burn down Cuz Dreamland’s gone from old Breukelen Town.
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