| When I was crowned a mama’s boy by friends I didn’t like
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| I made a meal of trips to school upon my father’s bike
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| I used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
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| And if it ever rained on us, I’d slip beneath his hood
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| And at home, the radio was on
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| From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
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| To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
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| Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
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| (Out of my head) I was out of my head
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| (Under the bed) And underneath my bed
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| (Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
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| (Electric trains)
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| At home the stereo was on
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| My head was filled with rock
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| I played a willow cricket bat guitar
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| And soloed round the clock
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| My records stacked up in a pile
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| Collected from the charts and the Top of The Pops
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| From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
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| To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
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| Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
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| (Out of my head) I was out of my head
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| (Under the bed) And underneath my bed
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| (Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
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| (Electric trains)
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| Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
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| In bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers' wives
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| Pubic hairs proudly counted every day
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| Many took their story out into the Milky Way
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| I chased the girls and made them cry, my hair grew down my back
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| The passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
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| I played guitar and formed a band, I puked up all night long
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| As people came to sit and stare while I raced through my songs
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| The Sound of Music passed me by
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| Just like the Grateful Dead
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| From Julie Andrews (Out of my head)
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| To Jerry Garcia (Playing the Dead)
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| Life was all fun and games (Fun and games)
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| (Out of my head) I was out of my head
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| (Under the bed) And underneath my bed
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| (Playing the Dead) Playing with electric trains
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| (Electric trains)
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| Oh, electric trains
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| (Out of my head)
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| (Under the bed)
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| (Playing the Dead)
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| (Out of my head)
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| (Under the bed)
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| (Playing the Dead)
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| (Out of my head) |