Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids,   Made it all the more disturbing knowing Benny hid   A bump that looked like clods of dirt inside a sickly lung   That barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like Toto's tongue.   For fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest,   The weaker souls could hide their eyes while Benny bared his chest;   He rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat   And stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet.   Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny   He would put a record on then go into a trance   Until he heard his mother's favorite polka then he danced;   The record player went to fast but Benny didn't care,   He simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared.   Benny really only cared about one single thing --   He collected magazines called "Women in the Ring";   He kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said   That Benny talked to them at night before he went to bed.   Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny   I need someone to wrestle with she'd have to wear a hood.   And hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good.   She'd probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back   And I bet her eyes would shine -- right when she attacked;   She might be kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends,   But when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end;   I've got to go! I've got to go! I know that she is there --   Waiting in a ring for me to hug her like a bear.   Follow that dream Benny follow that dream...