Ballad Of Baby Ray

Let's sing a song about Baby Ray

Don't get him wrong cuz he won't yield right of way

Well he speeds all over crushing clover

Chasing sparrows, ignoring one-way arrows

Bing! Boom! Bam! Bam! we bang drums for Baby Ray (bing boom)!

Outslur the slang-bums with infant vocabulary

Stuttering silver miracles atmospherical

So moronic and partially demonic

Bay Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate a dull reaction no

Baby Ray comes without a stitch on his fine young lines of iron

Baby Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate nobody falling in love

With anybody but Baby Ray

But if you do that's okay, he's everybody anyway

Fragments of truth spew from Baby Ray (bad boy)

Wisdom of youth chewed up, burps! and out it sprays

Bits of baby peas and dictionaries, apples, pears and boysenberries

(poison cherries) boy contrary just like Mary, O!

Bang! Bang! the troops shoot for Baby Ray!

Pop guns in play-fun (he'll kill you anyway)

With obscure munition, superstition, half angelic and partly psychedelic

Babay Ray's a sonofagun he don't drink much but he's always drunk

Baby Ray's a-makin' me wonder what he gets so very high on

Baby Ray's a sonofagun he don't think anything he already thunk before

Baby Ray swims ashore schooling pools of fools from ocean floors

of Baby seas their one-two-three-fours

B-b-b-baby Baby Ray is Ray is gonna rhyme a rhyme

He's good at bouncy bouncy till its sleepy sleepy time

And if you let him catch you catch you betch your bottom buck

You'll get a little dizzy dizzy he don't give a *&&**!

His bed is made of metal-nettle nettle-metal leaves

It's bouncy bouncy springy stingy stingier than bees

He buzzes giggles giggles buzzes now you're on the floor

He says he knows a riddle but he won't say any more

He looks like Harry Truman and he looks like Auntie Em

You see him seem him saying something starting with an "M"

You're feeling something spiney spiney then you realize

He's got his tiny little baby arrow right between your eyes!

Faster Faster!

This is the Ballad of Baby Ray!

Pop-loopy word-salad, whoops! He's blown away

Whispering stuttered B's and doubled M's, uttering his ineffibles again

Baby Ray's a sonofagun he don'y think much cuz he's always drunk

Baby Rays' a-making me wonder what he gets so verry high on

Baby Ray's a sonofagun he dont think anything he already drunk before

Baby Ray's on the way with a poison arrow, a dictionary,

Seven spears to hurl at the reactionaries

Baby Ray comes without a stitch on those fine young lines of iron

Baby Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate nobody falling in love

With anybody but Baby Ray

But if you fall in love anyway

Don't despair, cuz that's okay!

It's all in the play for Baby Ray! One fine day you'll realize

(Realize!) He's got his baby arrow aiming right between your eyes!