Electric trains

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

If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood

And at home the radio was on

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

Kneeling with torchlight shining

Before me in my bed

My eyeballs stuck in readers wives

Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday

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

Were 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

While I raced through my songs

The sound of music passed by me

Just like the grateful dead