Porcupine

It was ten years ago tonight that life of glory cried and I called up the radio
Asked them to play bonzo then I fell to pieces
I wasn’t alive when Kennedy died, so I cannot say what I was that day
But to me, more importantly when I read the news of what the world would lose
Read it in the New York Times, where were you my little porcupine?
The night that Joey died, where were you my little porcupine?
Sitting in my room, spinning records in your memory
What was I to do? Judy got the best of me
Sitting in my room, spinning records in your memory
What was I to do? Sheena got the best of me, my little porcupine