'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what the dirty city say to Huck. Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck, Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity, Whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano puts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long, Huck senses something's wrong! The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye, Watches the city streets contract, twist and cripple and crack. O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long, Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer, Life is but a dream!