When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood And at home the radio was on From julie andrews to jerry garcia Life was all fun and games I was out of my head and underneath my bed Playing with electric trains
At home the stereo was on My head was filled with rock I played a willow cricket bat guitar And soloed round the clock My records stacked up in a pile Collected from the charts And top of the pops
Kneeling with torchlight shining Before me in my bed My eyeballs stuck in readers wives Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday Manhood took me slowly Out into the milky way
I chased the girls and made them cry My hair grew down my back The passing of my teenage years Were spent down in the sack I played guitar and formed a band I puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare While I raced through my songs The sound of music passed by me Just like the grateful dead
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