May 03, 2006 16:00
Strung out his shoe strings again,
Merry go round playground,
Pebbles in the head first times done,
Five-cent pony ride taste the cowboys’ gun,
It’s the last in line,
Theatre glasses on smiles fine,
COME ON COME ON COME
Held up inconvenient store
Spiral down gumdrops for me,
Those soda pops and candy,
Swing to the ground slide to the sky,
Jungle gym dreams filling me,
Nostalgia paraphernalia Nostalgia paraphernalia
Swelled eyes and crooked kids,
Blood streams and throwing fits,
Principal stares and medical kits,
All in a days fun
It's where we learned to get along