We've All Got Scars
I'm the kind of boy
All the parlours enjoy
I won't dent their cushions
I know just how they feel
Nine years old and I can never fall down
My little body's just a little like a china shop
The world is a bull
And I'm a waving red flag
I can't tell you why
That's another story
I can't come home muddy
I just read the Hardy Boys and things I study
All the other boys and girls
Dreaming of their summer
Jumping jacks and running
Alongside the railroad tracks
What a bummer
But I can fly!
Three cheers for little Bobby
I'm the pay dirt of averages
One in a million kind of kid
I'm just like that parlour
Always seen and never did
Can of worms and Rosaries
Everything a house should be
Catching footballs, leaving dents
Like bananas bruised black
Organs drowning in my blood
Like bananas bruised black
Three cheers for little Bobby
Are you there?
Little Bobby?
Little Bobby, are you there? Are you there?
Are you there?
Are you there little Bobby?
Little Bobby, are you there?
Are you there?
Autor(es): Matthew Grimson
