I was crowned a mommy'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
But if it ever rained on us I'd slip beneath his hood
And at home the radio was on
From Judy Andrews to Jerry Garcia
Life was all fun and games
I was out of my head
Underneath my bed
Playing with electric trains
At home the stereo was on
My head was filled with rock
I played a Willow Cricket bag guitar
And stole around the clock
My record stacked up in a pile
Collected from the chops and top of the pops
From Judy Andrews to Jerry Garcia
Life was all fun and games
I was out of my head
Underneath my bed
Playing with electric trains
Kneeling with torchlight shining before me
In bed with my eyeballs stuck in Rita's wipes
Cubic has proudly counted every day
Then it took me slowly 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
Was 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 a grateful dead
From Judy Andrews to Jerry Garcia
Life was all fun and games
I was out of my head
Underneath my bed
Playing with electric trains
Electric trains
Underneath
Underneath
Underneath
Underneath
Underneath