mwm@dartvax.UUCP (M. W. Modrall) (04/20/86)
The Bald-headed Kid
-------------------
For fifty years they were five years old
Time had passed them by
But then one day the flood-gate broke
And the shit began to fly
Woodstock he got trampled,
Snoopy he got old
Infested with rabies
The dreams they had were sold.
Chorus: And they just don't make things
Like they used to.
The old song and dance
Isn't true.
Ya just gave your all
For a shot in the balls
When a comrade in arms
Gives you two.
Lucy sold her body
To buy a peace of mind
Schroder's into punk rock
And Peppermint went blind
Linus hit the circuit
As the Pink Blanket Queen
Marcie's in the pictures
And Charlie's in her dreams.
Chorus:
But what about the little bald kid,
The one we used to love
When everyone was hawkin'
Charlie was the dove
Charlie he moved south
To a dive in Orleans
Having trouble on a budget
Eatin' principles and dreams
Chorus:
The ballad of the fifty year old bald kid
The one who wouldn't lie
But nobody evver told him
That he couldn't die.
The ballad of the fifty year old bald kid
The one who wouldn't lie
But nobody ever told him
That he couldn't die.
(c) M. Modrall 1983