The Toys Go Winding Down
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today
The first time in his life he's made that step
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity
He's entered in a race that must be won
One of the animals has left its cage today
IN search of better things so it seems to be
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot
As the toys go winding down
C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead
Talking about the way it used to be...
We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away
It's pudding time!
It's pudding time!
As the toys go winding down
Spaghetti Western
Why do we do this C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables,
Minds numbed up by THC.
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote
Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at
four A.M. On a Friday
No dreads about the working day
Funny thing about weekends
When you're unemployed
They don't quite mean so much,
except you get to hang out with
all your working friends
Well we got us a spegetti western on 36
I like spaghetti westerns
I like the way the boots are all reverbed out
walking across the hardwood floors
In fact, everything's got
that big reverb sound
Well what'll I do now?
Go to sleep
Pull the pud
We need new pornos
Well, I guess I'm still writing...
