In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park the trees all sing
the crow is king of everything
under wood and wing

The rockers come down on a Sunday man with their boombox blues
all quiffs and leather, and the red tags flying and the long-toed shoes
I watched them dance, they touched my soul and I understood
I watched them dance, they touched my soul and it was good

In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park the trees all sing
the crow is king of everything
under wood and wing

The dude in blue throwing shapes under winter skies
under winter sun, old school shades shielding his eyes
he was young as a strapling, young as the day when rock was new
I watched him dance and for that moment I was young too

In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park by and large
the crows are in charge
In Yoyogi Park the trees all sing
the crow is king of everything
under wood and wing
In Yoyogi Park by and large