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When Calvin was a boy,there was a lot to comprehendA high imagination,but he never had a friendHis father bought the funeral parlorjust around the bend from the MacysHe helped around the basement,and he swore to never tellHe couldn't stand the bodies,but he grew to like the smellFormaldehyde and suicideare words that came too wellto a young boy (oh boy!)Every night he spenttelescoping in his roomWatching naughty Audrey,smoking on the roofHe fell for her from a far,and someday he'd tell her...Lady luck, try your hand on meFill her dreams with thequiet boy across the streetWho came undoneCertain things I've seen too young, but...I'm sure she's seen her share ofSongtexteblood, guts, and daddy don't carewaiting is so hard to bare...I'd really like to meet youBut they teach you not to mixwith those (unknowns)I'd like to get to know youLike to show you all the thingsthey don't (and they won't)I'd simply like to tell youThat you're swell,and I could take you home (uh-oh!)I'll be waiting...Just the other week,it was a dream come trueAudrey came a-knockin',said she didn't know what to doShe asked him for a favor,he said ?anything for you,Audrey Macy?... Aus Songtexte Mania