Toy Boy

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 never hear me cry

more than an illustration

points of articulation

come to life on a brass spring

such a wonderful plaything

its 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 patched blue suit

when you hold me in your arms

I’m just a boy like you

but your momma thought

there was something 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

and 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

had a boy once who loved me

now he’s 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 only son’s

wondering what to be

tell him the story of

a boy like me