Kid

Hello you crazy messed-up kid
I know you’ve been bounced around
Too long in the ring
You talk about a low blow
I guess all’s fair in love and war
And there’s people on the sidelines, Junior
Who been keeping score
And word is that you got
Just what a knucklehead deserves
But you don’t have to hear the sound of the bell
In your ear to know you’re down
You can tell it’s over now
From the maddening crowd
Wake up you sleepy little thing
I know you’re in there somewhere, hibernating
No use pretending, that’s such a sad state of affairs
And you know that you’re long overdue
So get up and clear the air
And wake up because it’s springtime in Jellystone Park
You should be casting your fishing pole
Just as far as a metaphor will go
You’ll be tugging on somebody’s heart strings before you know…
You should be casting your fishing pole…