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 a smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry
More than an illustration
Points of articulation
I come to life on a brass spring
I‘m such a wonderful plaything
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little closer 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 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 had 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
I 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
Would you be there remembering your old toy boy?
When your own son's wondering what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me