When I was crowned a mummy's boy by friends I didn't like 
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike 
I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood 
If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood 
And at home the radio was on 
From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia 
Life was all fun and games 
I was out of my head and underneath my bed 
Playing with electric trains 

At home the stereo was on 
My head was filled with rock 
I played a willow cricket bat guitar 
And soloed round the clock 
My records stacked up in a pile 
Collected from the charts 
And Top of the Pops 

Kneeling with torchlight shining 
Before me in my bed 
My eyeballs stuck in readers wives 
Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday 
Manhood took me slowly 
Out into the milky way 

I chased the girls and made them cry 
My hair grew down my back 
The passing of my teenage years 
Were spent down in the sack 
I played guitar and formed a band 
I puked up all night long 

As people came to sit and stare 
While I raced through my songs 
The sound of music passed by me 
Just like the Grateful Dead