I was crowned a mommy's boy by friends I didn't likeI made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bikeI used to sit between his legs perched on a piece of woodBut if it ever rained on us I'd slip beneath his hoodAnd at home the radio was onFrom Judy Andrews to Jerry GarciaLife was all fun and gamesI was out of my headUnderneath my bedPlaying with electric trainsAt home the stereo was onMy head was filled with rockI played a Willow Cricket bag guitarAnd stole around the clockMy record stacked up in a pileCollected from the chops and top of the popsFrom Judy Andrews to Jerry GarciaLife was all fun and gamesI was out of my headUnderneath my bedPlaying with electric trainsKneeling with torchlight shining before meIn bed with my eyeballs stuck in Rita's wipesCubic has proudly counted every dayThen it took me slowly out into the Milky WayI chased the girls and made them cryMy hair grew down my backThe passing of my teenage yearsWas spent down in the sackI played guitar and formed a bandI puked up all night longAs people came to sit and stareWhile I raced through my songsThe sound of music passed me byJust like a grateful deadFrom Judy Andrews to Jerry GarciaLife was all fun and gamesI was out of my headUnderneath my bedPlaying with electric trainsElectric trainsUnderneathUnderneathUnderneathUnderneathUnderneath