I'm a wind up toy
In an up-down world
If you leave me all alone
III make a mess for sure

I've a heart of gold
In the smallest size
Leave me in the dark
You never hear me cry

More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything

Its a cruel cross
That I have to bear
If you come a little close

I'm going to pull your hair

More than just a toy
In a patched blue suit
When you hold me in your arms
I'm just a boy like you

But your momma thought
There was something wrong
Didn't want you sleeping
With a boy too long

Its 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
And 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 grey and old
You'll be there remembering
Your old toy boy

When your only son's
Wondering what to be
Tell him the story of
A boy like me
Oooooo
Oooooooo