Johanna drove slowly into the city 
The Hudson River all filled with snow 
She spied the ring on His Honor's finger 
Oh-oh-oh 

A thousand years in one piece of silver 
She took it from his lilywhite hand 
Showed no fear – she'd seen the thing 
In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering 

CHORUS: 

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH 

His Honor drove southward seeking exotica 
Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico 
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas 
Oh-oh-oh 

I saw Johanna down in the subway 
She took an apartment in Washington Heights 
Half of the ring lies here with me 
But the other half's at the bottom of the sea 

CHORUS