SONGS & DREAMS
|He was a ninety-eight pound cat,
He was sitting at the bar.
He was drinking 7-Up
And looking all around . . .
For someone he could talk to,
Someone who would understand!
For someone who would listen,
A girl who would worship him!
He had the attitude of a sexy girl
Who always had men's eyes glued to her.
He stood like Hirohito of Japan,
Also disgraced by a very tall man!
He signed his name just like a school teacher,
Drank like a British sergeant major!
And if it was true he had so much class,
I wonder why the boy was always looking so sad?
He never did care for ignorant company.
But he loved to flaunt his tiny physique!
He wasted his money on women of shame!
He'd hardly be in when he'd go out again.
What good was pain, way back when
We didn't have methods to counter it?
He was a good kid--now he decreed
He was going to beat God (now you'll just see)!
Oh, he would always strut around,
Talking this and that.
We thought his brain was upside-down,
But sometimes he was a blast, a blast!