Never Be Your Boy

Some caramel morning,

Look down on the street,

A little something dawning,

Then a somebody meet.

Are you one that’s going to be

My B A B Why

Baby?

In my triple tracked, vaguely Dylanesque affectation,

I sing…”I’ll never be your boy…”

Did they make you a sucker?

Do you suck all the time?

Well I don’t find it hard to write the next line,

Cos words don’t mean that much to you

When you can get by on just a one or two

phrases in the popular circulation.

That’s why I’ll never be your boy

Now welcome to the eight,

don’t it feel like you invented it?

But it’s only a few bars of space and baby you only rented it,

The tricky part is ending it

While pretending you never meant it.

Sounds like a party,

Like when we were young,

Oh didn’t we do something?

But you never lived here,

this wasn’t your time,

You stole the flavour

and the rhyme…

Now you sing “everything’s gonna be alright!”

don’t ya baby?

And “we’re all in this together!”

don’t say maybe….

That’s why I’ll never be your boy…

Some made up morning,

Some faked up street,

I can’t keep from yawning

shuffling my feet.

Are you the one that’s going to be

My idiotic baby?