I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world… if you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure. I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size… leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry…
More than an illustration… Points of articulation… Come to life on a brass spring… Such a wonderful plaything….
It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear, if you come a little closer I’m going to pull your hair. More than just a toy in a patched blue suit, hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you…
But your mama thought there was somethin’ wrong (didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long)… It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world (maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl)…
You knew that I adored-ya… but you left me in Georgia. Toys are not sentimental, how could I be for rental?
She’s the meanest hag that has ever been, pulled out my insides with an old safety pin… I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash, clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match.
So she dressed me up as the man she loved, threw me in a box when she had had enough. Now the light of day I no longer see… she stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be…
Accidentally tragic… victim of her black magic… Had a boy once who loved me… now he’s so afraid of me….
On a long lost day when you’re gray and dull, you’ll be there remembering your old toy boy. When your oldest son wonderin’ what to be…. tell him the story of a boy like me….
It’s a sad story … and a bit creepy, too…
