Once I was a young lad,
Who never saw a toy as a fad.
I would play with my toys
Some of them good, some of them bad.
Without my toys, I was sad.
Once I was a young lad,
Traveling with a sister who was very bad.
I would play with my toys
Which would make her oh so mad.
She knew that without my toys, I was sad.
Once I was a young lad,
Who'd remember that day, crying to dad.
I played with my toys
Then my sister got jealous and snatched them from me, throwing them out the window. And I watched in horor as the toys seemed to fall away from the car in slow motion as the semi truck behind us pulled back into our lane. And the toys cried out for me to save them, but I couldn't. I can still see their shiney parts and plastic pieces crack as they hit the ground. And I screamed. I screamed "The semi truck is going to do the mexican hat dance all over my precious toys!! Oh the AGONY! AG-GO-NEEEEEEE!!!!!" And the truck ran over my toys as my sister squealed in delight and made the "honk yer horn" sign to the trucker by pumping her fist in the air over and over. And the toy killer trucker complied with my sisters request by sounding the dreary horn signifying the death of my beloved toys on the highway....
And without my toys... I am sad.
Who never saw a toy as a fad.
I would play with my toys
Some of them good, some of them bad.
Without my toys, I was sad.
Once I was a young lad,
Traveling with a sister who was very bad.
I would play with my toys
Which would make her oh so mad.
She knew that without my toys, I was sad.
Once I was a young lad,
Who'd remember that day, crying to dad.
I played with my toys
Then my sister got jealous and snatched them from me, throwing them out the window. And I watched in horor as the toys seemed to fall away from the car in slow motion as the semi truck behind us pulled back into our lane. And the toys cried out for me to save them, but I couldn't. I can still see their shiney parts and plastic pieces crack as they hit the ground. And I screamed. I screamed "The semi truck is going to do the mexican hat dance all over my precious toys!! Oh the AGONY! AG-GO-NEEEEEEE!!!!!" And the truck ran over my toys as my sister squealed in delight and made the "honk yer horn" sign to the trucker by pumping her fist in the air over and over. And the toy killer trucker complied with my sisters request by sounding the dreary horn signifying the death of my beloved toys on the highway....
And without my toys... I am sad.
