The mind is in the red wagon.
I'm supposed to bring him along.
So what, he's my little brother.
He whines and he's no fun.
He takes over at every chance.
My parents are totally buffaloed.
They think he's the world.
He's the pits to me.
I can't wait till I'm small enough
then I'm out of here.
I want to grow up to be a cartoon
character.
I want to be a chemist assigned to
making tears.
I'd make hippo-tears and
blimp-o-tears and dino-tears.
That way, if anyone were unhappy,
they'd cry.
Their tears could never be ignored
and my dumb little mind would stop,
cause he'd be up a river without a
paddle
all daylong and I'd be free.
Free to marry you, whenever we felt
like it
cause we can make no sense, anytime
. . .
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