He's Frank (Slight Return)

He's got secular joy

He's a peculiar boy

But now the lustre has gone

The peculiar boy is no more

Who'll save him from being a man

Not me

He's got precious youth

But forsaken, forsooth

And now the shine grows dim

Change tradition for whim

Who'll save him from being a man

Not me

He's got clothes all red

All on a purple bed

But now the red's in his eyes

He's no longer a prize

Who'll save him from being a man

Not me

He's a peculiar boy

Yes, he's a peculiar boy

But now his skin is slack

He shows a certain lack

Who'll save him from being a man

Not me