I’m a wind-up toy in an up down world
If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure
I’ve a heart of gold and the smartest styles smallest size
Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry

More than an illustration
Points of articulation
If you comme to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything

It’s a cruel blue cross that I have to bear
Come a little close I’m going to pull your hair
More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit
Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you

But your mama thought there was somethin’ wrong
Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long
It’s a serious thing in a grown-up world
Maybe you’d be better with a Barbie girl

You were that I adored-ya
But you left me in Georgia
Toys are not sentimental
How could I be for rental?

She’s the meanest hag that has ever been
Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
I’m the sorest sight, now I feel like trash
Clothes are made of rags and they don’t even match

So she dressed me up as the man she loved
Then threw me in a box when she had had enough
Now the light of day I no longer see
She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be

Accidentally tragic
Victim of her black magic
How’d a boy who’d so loved me
Now be so afraid of me?