School Days

In Delaware when I was younger
I would live the life obscene
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Brando, I was Dean
Blaspheming, booted blue-jeaned baby boy
Oh, how I made them turn their heads
The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy
And begged me, bless them in their beds
In Delaware when I was younger
I would row upon the lake
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Keats, I was Blake
My pimple pencil pain I’d bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My drift-dream ditties I would sing
The water strider danced
In Delaware when I was younger
They thought St. Andrew had sufficed
But in the spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha, I was Christ
You wicked wise men where you wonder
You Pharisees one day will pay
See my lightning, hear my thunder
I am truth, I know the way
In Delaware when I was younger