Amphetameanies This Boy
Seems this boy likes his ridicule
Too forward way too physical
Seems time that I got another
He’s always phoning,
Calling and convincing me
That the boy’s a boy
And that I oughta be
In time to order another
And he will be spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
I want a car, a car, a car ... yeah!
This Boy is bothering and boring me
But as a boy is feeble and can easily
be part exchanged for another
My wrath is cold and uncontrollable
boys will be boils and boils are lanceable
I’ll cut him away for another
And he will be spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
I want a car, a car, a car ... yeah!
This boy’s as bold as a barnacle
Been told but holds on farcically
Bye bye boy run to your mother
Seems this boy likes his ridicule
Seems this boy wants to be a fool
Bye bye boy I got another
And this one’s quite spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
He’s got a car, a car, a car ... yeah!
