When I was crowned a mummy's boy, by friends I didn't like  I made a meal of trips to school, upon my father's bike  I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood  And if it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood  And at home the radio was on.  CHORUS  From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia,  Life was all fun and games,  I was out of my head and underneath my bed  Playing with electric trains.  At home the stereo was on my head was filled with rock  I played a willow cricket bat guitar and soloed round the clock,  My records stacked up in a pile  Collected from the charts and Top of the Pops.  CHORUS  Kneeling with torchlight shining before me  In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers' wives,  Pubic hairs proudly counted every day  Manhood took me slowly out into the milky way.  I chased the girls and made them cry my hair grew down my back  The passing of my teenage years was spent down in the sack  I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long  As people came to sit and stare as I raced through my songs.  The Sound of Music passed me by just like the Grateful Dead.  CHORUS  chickofdoom@yahoo.com