300 Boys

I am a man of few relations And them across the sea I am the root of your extension A ladder to your knee It takes a day before tomorrow A thirteen letter verb It comes in white and green and violet And makes a sound unheard We took a walk by the lake Threw a knife in the cake We clapped our hands and rejoiced I played with 300 boys I'll take old-fashioned flying saucers And give them to the tribe A horse in space can't win no races If that horse ain't alive The test reveals a greyish color That comes from too much love A wino in the street once sold me A worn out paper cup We took a walk by the lake Threw a knife in the cake We clapped our hands and enjoyed I played with 300 boys I am a man of no reflection A proper dapper dan I'll take you down to touch the homesick And make love to the hand The test reveals a greyish color That comes from too much love Take heed the master of the hallway Beware his fiendish heart Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh I played with 300 boys Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh I played with 300 boys Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh I played with 300 boys I gave them cookies and toys I played with 300 boys