Little King

I turned on her elastic tone

Through a telephone

My head was blown

I looked past the painted glass

Into a vast private blast

Gave my best and tried the rest

It's a hell of a test for a thunder chest

Open the night, cracked open the sky

Fell straight up into her nest

It’s a fine day under her reign

She’s my queen and

I’m her little king

She put me up in a whirl

I feel just like a schoolgirl

Cellophane dreams are gaining

Positively over-draining

Out of the wine and into the spine

Something’s hung up and left behind

And that old scene that never was clean

But I found a cosmic washing machine

And nothing round gonna drag me down

‘Cause I done heard the sound, I even hear it now

It’s a fine day under her reign

She’s my queen and

I’m her little king

She put me up in a whirl

I feel just like a schoolgirl

Bombshell, urban bell

Dug a well, a mile of hell

Takin’ a drink at the kitchen sink

With a guitar pick and a shinning ring

Yeah, she’s the one takin’ chances

Out on branches, doing dances

I’m the clown on the ground, I just hang around

And wear my crown

It’s a fine day under her reign

She’s my queen and

I’m her little king

She put me up in a whirl

I feel just like a schoolgirl