I like it    I don't like it

High, in Castille,

Lives senora Dali alone.

And higher still

She keeps her gallery.

Distance means nothing to me.

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,

Gazing. It's amazing.

Ferry me over,

Ferry me over,

Ferry me over

The music, Dali.

Deeper here lies hidden answers and treasures for him.

"Oh, I prefer absence," said she,

"My heart grows fonder alone."

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,

A-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...

Debris everywhere,

Gazing. It's amazing.

Ferry me over,

Ferry me over,

Ferry me over

The music, Dali.