When I goosestep

When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes,

Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight.

And alone on a worn-out throne

is the reigning queen of the questions

Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out.

So don't get itchy with me

When I goose-step

Across the kitchen floor

You know I still adore

All your mother's old-fashioned ways

I'm so impressed that you hear

My inventions, and that it matters more

Than what you saw with your eyes

Go along with the plan

Your head will still be there where you put it

Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find

And tonight you go to bed and dream

All the world to be what you want it,

You got the girly draw now flaunt it,

And keep them all checking their watches

When you're out tonight

So don't get itchy with me

When I goose-step across the kitchen floor

You know I still adore--

Are your eyes changing hands?

I'm so impressed that you hear

My inventions, and that it matters more

Than what you saw with your eyes