when i was crowned a mama's boy by friends i didn't like
i made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike
i used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of wood
and if it ever rained on us
i'd slip beneath his hood
life was all fun and games
playing with electric trains
at home the stereo was on
my head was filled with rock
i played a willow cricket bat guitar
and soloed round the clock
my records stacked up in a pile
collected from the charts and the top of the pops
life was all fun and games
playing with electric trains
kneeling with torchlight shining before me
in bed with my eyeballs stuck in readers' wives
pubic hairs proudly counted every day
many took their story out into the milky way
i chased the girls and made them cry
my hair grew down my back
the passing of my teenage years were spent down in the sack
i played guitar and formed a band
i puked up all night long
as people came to sit and stare while i raced through my songs
the sound of music passed me by
just like the grateful dead
life was all fun and games
playing with electric trains