He's got secular joy    He's a peculiar boy    But now the lustre has gone    The peculiar boy is no more       Who'll save him from being a man?   Not me       He's got precious youth    But forsaken, forsooth    And now the shine grows dim    Change tradition for whim       Who'll save him from being a man?   Not me       He's got clothes all red    All on a purple bed    But now the red's in his eyes    He's no longer a prize       Who'll save him from being a man?   Not me       He's a peculiar boy    Yes, he's a peculiar boy    But now his skin is slack    He shows a certain lack       Who'll save him from being a man?   Not me