Only in a dream do you see her
Flowered hair and thrift shop coat
You try to follow her but
On down the stairs she goes

She enters your mind with a whisper
And says to you as the whole place heaves
"I wanna dance to The Rascals
And you can dance to The Pretty Things"

And then with a wink of an eyelid
She's lost in the jukebox glow
In a trance she makes her selections
Psychedelic rock and blue-eyed soul
Only in a dream do you hear her
Like a song on the radio
As everything around you turns from
Shindig to solid gold
And then just for a moment
You're lost in the jukebox glow
Hypnotized you make your selections

Psychedelic rock and blue-eyed soul
Well it all seems so crystal clear to me now
On the crystals set inside my head she said

(Are you ready?)

Only in the scene will you see her
Flowered hair and thrift shop coat
Hypnotized, she's total perfection
Of psychedelic rock and blue-eyed soul