feat. Ken Nordine)



An Ageing Young Rebel

Called What's His Name

Wanted to be different

while he stayed the same

The he couldn't

he just couldn't

No matter what he would try

Told be his mother

An aging old thing

You better go see clever

You give clever a ring

Which he did

Called him up

Just so Mommy wouldn't cry



Clever hear his story

About different and the same

You crazy

This some silly game

Oh no

Like Mommy said

I gotta straiten up my head

Clever is so clever

Is cleverness enough

Can you help this ageing rebel

Do you really have the stuff

Bet you don't have

Bet the bread that you'll pass the buck instead



Clever sends our hero

To a funny darken room

Where a crowd of cunning listens

Giggles in the gloom

That's you problem aging rebel

Don't you really know the score

You crazy think your going to change this crazy world

Better see your self a shrink

Cunningly the argue about our boy

Whose breaking down the door



Now he's running down the dark

Diabolical awaits

Grabs him by the ankle

Ani't it just like fait

Diabolical laughs

In an alley full of suit

Forget the same

you'll be different now

Somewhat shorter on one side

Let go

Oh no

Would you diabolical inside

Panic in his brain pulls and gets away

Losses him a foot it's a dark and evil day



See him running limping blood

Something soft is just ahead

Something soft is gentle

He's fallen at her side

She comforts him with kisses

He dreams of suicide





Gentle is so gentle

Grabs the trouble by its root

Bandages his stump

Cuts off his other foot



So you see it seems to me a gentle kind of cruelty

Ageing rebels older a little wiser maybe too

Gentleness has fixed him

Does he look like me and you

Footless and fancy free

Think how happy Mom will be

Footless and fancy free

Think how happy Mom will be