I?m a wind-up toy in an up down world
If you leave me all alone, I?ll make a mess for sure
I?ve a heart of gold in the smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you?ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything
It?s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little close I?m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit
Hold me in your arms I?m just a boy like you
But your mama thought there was somethin? wrong
Didn?t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It?s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you?d be better with a Barbie girl
You knew that I adored-ya
But you left me in Georgia
Toys are not sentimental
How could I be for rental?
She?s the meanest hag that has ever been
Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
I?m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
Clothes are made of rags and they don?t even match
So she dressed me up as the man she loved
Then threw me in a box when she had had enough
Now the light of day I no longer see
She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
Accidentally tragic
Victim of her black magic
How?d a boy once who loved me
Now be so afraid of me?
On a long lost day
When you're grey and old
You'll be there remembering
Your old toy boy
When your oldest son's
Wondering what to be
Tell them a story
Of a boy like me.
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