I wondered where it came from this passion for a song
And the memories came back
When I was young
Not a sophisticated kid
Liked dunny art
(Maybe that\'s what sets me apart!)
Rhymes, lyrics, limericks, playing with words
Foul and obnoxious
A polished turd.
The \"skill\" waned in adult life
Just messing with my children
And annoying my wife
My life took some different turns
Didn\'t think I would ever return
But hear I am doing what I love
Playing a game
Nows the season
Little rhythm
Little reason
The child reborn
Without the treason...