Tell me where the ducks go when it’s cold and
Sing me a verse from “Comin’ Thro’ the Rye”
We’ll hate most people, young and old,
We’ll hate their phoniness and their lies.

Eventually I did one of the things you scorned most
By moving to the City of Angels to sell my soul
My name became known from coast to coast
Your feelings for me grew sour and cold.

Stop your loathing towards a fake like me and
Focus your attention onto those with pure heart and mind
Save them from the perils of growing up and greed
Save them and their innocence, “Catcher in the Rye.”