The boy grabbed the old geezers hand and said "will you wrap me in twine?"
A patron nearby nearly choked on his drink.
But the man in the hat did not even blink.
"I was a boy scout once, so I'm familiar with knots."
The boy said, "I play a man's game, not toys for tots."
The geezer replied, "I'll go through you like a hot knife through butter."
Though the offer enticed him, Kicky thought of his mother.
She may be a flirt, but she'd never approve.
If Kicky only knew how she liked to groove
It would mortify and astound the blocks she's been 'round
But she needn't have worried, 'cause this kid that Kicky'd found
was just another sucker homo-punk to be deceived and then robbed
was just another sucker homo-punk to be deceived and then robbed
Trouble was kicky set himself up to be mobbed
By the self-righteous crowd who had done no wrong.
(gee, this is confusing. i had a man proposition kicky, then somehow the guy turned out to be older and kicky turned into a boy, then kicky seemed to think he was the older guy. whew. and "sucker homo-punk"? where'd you get that one, kicky?)
By the self-righteous crowd who had done no wrong.
To hell with them, thought Kicky. "So long,"
He cried, as he left the bar in search of a victim.
He cried as he left the bar in search of a victim
But the cops grabbed him first and they nicked him.
Then they found out that he was well connected
So they let him go, and he walked, dejected,
Alone, bereft, 'cause he was leaving this city
This stupid, loney place; so sh*tty.
Somewhere far away, where younger boys did play,
That was where Kicky longed to stay.
A place without shame, a place without rules
A place without racehorses, only mules,
A place with great trees and plenty to eat
A place you could wear no shoes on your feet.
A house by the lake there would be so serene
You could dive in the water or play on the green
You could practise aerobics or launder your socks
you could catch the measles or the chicken pox
or fry fish on a barbi eat on the back of your yacht
Or then again, perhaps you'd rather not.
Meanwhile at the ranch kicky's playing with boys
and enjoying female life size blowup toys
as he packs his last suitcase and walks out the door
he heard a strange noise, like the moan of a whore
It was Jaypeedee's mom, pleading, "please let me blow you one last time."
And Kicky tossed her a dime
Said, "See ya later you old chick, I'm in my prime".
