Ever since you was a little boy
You used to think to yourself
that the mysterious ways of a common life
was a commotion riding with a baby boom
And every now and then you saw a face, you saw a smile
And by the pillow of a slow decay
You could taste the sweetness of the grenadine
smeared upon your bed for those long bitter days
There was a time when you were nine
You had those long and shady curls
Now you are bald and way too old
To play among the girls
Mannequins in perforated petticoats
In taffetas of satin hoop crinoline
The puppeteers are working on your midlife capri pants
And tricel scarves in pastel greens
But the restless walks in his jeans
Oh, you never were as pretty as Ronny from the gym
He had a hammer for a head and a shovel for a fist
And a face of a mutilation talking just like Citizen Kane (come on, everybody!)
Now brady boys and rubber dolls, razorblades and barbie bones
Saturdays tangled up in purple cymbelines from a wedding
Are lying in your bed for those long bitter days
Nothing ever turned out like you wanted
But you know the times are changing, oh yeah
You're 29, you're past your prime
And you're done