I´m a wind-up toy in an up-down world
If you leave me all alone, I´ll make a mess for sure
I´ve a heart of gold and the smartest size
Leave me in the dark, you´ll never hear me cry

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

It´s a cruel cross that I have to bear
If you come a little closer, I´m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit
Hold me in your arms, I´m just a boy like you

But your mama thought there was something wrong
Didn´t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It´s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you´d be better with a Barbie girl

You knew that I adored you
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
Then 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
How´d a boy who´d so loved me
Now be so afraid of me

On a long lost day when you´re grey and old
Would you be there, remembering your old toy boy?
When your oldest son´s wondering what to be
Tell him the story of a boy like me