When I was crowned a mummy's boyby friends I didn't like
I made a meal of trips to schoolupon my father's bike
I used to sit between his legsperched on a piece of wood
And if it ever rained on usI'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 bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers' wives
Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
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 was spent down in the sack
I played guitar and formed a bandI puked up all night long
As people came to sit and stare as I raced through my songs.
The Sound of Music passed me by just like the Grateful Dead.
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