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 and the smartest styles 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 blue cross that I have to bear

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 were 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 who’d so loved you

Now be so afraid of you?