the kinks
underneath the neon sign
Our hero leaves the pub his head still  Swimming with alcohol, his head  Buzzing with facts, figures and  Computers. Night is descending as he  Wearily makes his way home through  The traffic jams and neon lights of the  Great metropolis.   Underneath The Neon Sign  All I see is imitation  And there's no earth beneath my feet.  There are no trees or fields in front of me  Only slabs of concrete.   Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,  Don't give the moon a chance to shine,  And I've got imitation moonlight  Standing underneath the neon sign.   Is it real or just illusion?  Can there be a time when it's night?  Is it merely my delusion  Or my senses telling me lies.   Is it just hallucination?  Have I been drinking too much wine?  I don't know if it's day or night,  When I'm underneath the neon sign.   Underneath the neon sign.  Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind.  Big city lights guide my way into the night, darkness shines  When I'm standing underneath the neon sign.   If there isn't any sunshine  We'll some-day buy the neon sign  And if we can't see any stars at night  We'll sit and watch the traffic lights.   If there isn't any day-time  I've got an imitation dawn,  I've got a simulated sunshine  Standing underneath the neon sign.   Is it an illusion?  Have I been drinking too much wine?  Can there be day-time when it's night   Underneath the neon sign.  Underneath the neon sign.  Is it mother nature  Playing tricks with my eyes  For darkness shines  When I'm standing underneath the neon sign.