Staring from a cardboard castle, down and out

One of life's young students finds out what it's all about

Paper flooder's, angry taxi-drivers shout

From the pages of a paper, candles shine

On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine

They suggest a highly recommended wine

Once again, the same old line

Why so sad, my fine young friend

Why so blue?

We, we carriage horses stand in single file

Someone at a crowded bus stop wears a friendly smile

Touching nerves that no one's heard from, in a while

Papers from the same old file

Why so sad, my fine young friend

Why so blue?

Sometimes when I meet

You know, they have to meet again

Sometimes, birds of summer

Got to fly together, oh

From a dingy attic window, candles shine

On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine

Now they drink the highly recommended wine

Free at last and feeling fine

I'm so glad, my fine young friend

Glad for you

I'm so glad, my fine young friend

Glad for you, you used to be so blue

You used to be so blue

Why so blue?