Oh, when I was only a boy
I thought the world was flat
And I wore a raccoon for a hat
And I loved my mother
My folks took me out in the woods
And I played there whenever I could
And I thought the forest was good
And I was right about that
But now that I’m old
And my heart has grown cold
I can see the world for what it is
Then one sunny day
My wits ran away
And I dived along into showbiz
And now I am living in Hell
Oh God, what’s that terrible smell
It’s me, oh my god, I’m a wreck
All my pride I’ve swallered
Oh Buddha, have mercy on me
I think, in my pants, I have peed
It ain’t spiritual cleansing I need
Can you spare a dollar
And now that I’m old
And my heart has grown cold
I can see the world for what it is
But for lack of anything better to do
I’m stinking and sticking with showbiz
But hey, it’s OK, what the fuck
Oh, we’re swimming around in the muck
And we’re cheated and down on our luck
Can you spare a cocktail?
On asphalt we’ll dance on our knees
Oh, we’re maimed, but we’re aiming to please
And we heal the lame and diseased
Can you spare a liver?
And now that I’m old
And my heart has grown cold
I can see the world for what it is
But for lack of anything better to do
I’m thinking, I’m sticking with showbiz