ive tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or under none were very exciting
sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they’ll get you off but it’s just not the real thing
its been decades since my pit days
but i havent shaken it - i sit there like an idiot
still caught up in the old punk protocol
and dreaming that the teenagers will think that i’m a radical

and i still wait for the bus [bad word] where high school got torn down
still expecting to find [bad word] love among the skateboarders hanging out
in back of the bank in my hometown

all this talk and no action’s got me stiff from the [bad word] to the bone
so im living in lala land - but at least im not living at home
same old catcall same old chemicals
same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall
its simple enough to grow the [bad word] up happy with the rough cut
nobodys in the market for a diamond in the rough but

i still wait for my mom [bad word] and pick me up at holly’s house
10 years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king

i’ve got cryptographs i’ve got all the phones tapped
i’ve got proof enough it is indisputable
love’s not good enough i want pies and graphs
something that will teach me my arithmetic at last..

better rope the folks in - i’m on the loose again
and getting more ridiculous the more i think i ought to get my mind out of the gutter
(it’s getting dangerous, amanda, god - you’re old enough to be his [bad word] ..)
my own private highway from the cradle to the grave
i save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays

and i still wait for the cops [bad word] where the station since bunred down
still convinced that they’ll pick me up for all the sins [bad word] in the back of the banged-up pickup [bad word] 
i’ve got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...
ask me anything i’ve got evidence
single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses

i still wait for the bus [bad word] back where the high school got torn down
still expecting to find [bad word] love among the sakteboarders hanging out
in back of the bank in my home-

i’m no pederast it was nice to ask
thank you ,but i’m capable of getting up and getting dressed
love’s not good enough i want photographs
something that will stand the test of...
time and time again
i think ill head downtown again
oh god
i’m thirty
no, i’m ten
i’m seventeen
and a bank of boston beauty queen....