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