When I was crowned a mummy¹s boy
by friends I didn¹t like
I made a meal of trips to school
upon my fathers bike
and I used to sit between his legs,
perched on a piece of wood
and if it ever rained on us
I slipped beneath his hood,
at home the radio was on
Œwall papered all those years,
the world was such a simple place
with music to my ears.
From Julie Andrews
to Gerry Garcia
life was all fun and games
I was out of my head,
and underneath my bed
playing with electric trains.I met my friends at Sunday school
and playing on the field,
inside my bedroom there I found
the future was concealed
my records stacked up in a pile,
collected from the chart
with pictures pinned up on the wall
I found my beating heart,
and at home the stereo was on
my feet stomped the floor,
a Fender willow cricket bat
had left me wanting more.
From Julie Andrews
to Gerry Garcia
life was all fun and games
I was out of my head,
and underneath my bed
playing with electric trains.Kneeling with my torch light
turning my transformer
sleeping in my wet dreams
with my eyeballs stuck in readers wife¹s,
pubic hairs were proudly
counted everyday I woke
manhood took me slowly
down and down and down...I chased the girls and made them cry
my hair grew down my back
the contents of my teenage years
were spent down in the sack
and I played guitar and formed a band,
I pewked up all night long
as people came to sit and stare
while I raced through my song,
at home there was sadly nothing on
my childhood had to end,
the Sound of Music passed me by
just like the Grateful Dead.From Julie Andrews
to Gerry Garcia
life was all fun and games
I was out of my head,
and underneath my bed
playing with electric trains.From Julie Andrews
to Gerry Garcia
climbing in that photograph
I can touch my stupid face
I chose the road to here and now
and this very special place
where all I am is all I breath
its a sober world I chase
so I can fix these broken tracks,
playing with electric trains.
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