I'm a wind-up toy in an up down world. If you leave me all alone I'll make a mess for sure. I've a heart of gold and the smallest size. Leave me in the dark you'll never hear me cry. More than an illustration. Points of articulation. Come to life on a brass spring. Such a wonderful plaything. It's a cruel blue cross that I have to bear. Come a little close I'm going to pull your hair. More than just a toy in a patch-blue suit. Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you. But your mama thought there was somethin' wrong. Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long. It's a serious thing in a grown-up world. Maybe you'd be better with a Barbie girl. You were that I adored-ya. But you left me in Georgia. Toys are not sentimental. How could I be for rental?. She's the meanest hag that has ever been. Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin. I'm the sorest sight now I feel like trash. Clothes are made of rags and they don't even match. So she dressed me up as the man she loved. Then threw me in a box when she had had enough. Now the light of day I no longer see. She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be. Accidentally tragic. Victim of her black magic. Had a boy once who loved me. Now he's so afraid of me. On a long lost day. When you're grey and dull. You'll be there remembering. Your old Toy Boy. When your oldest son's. Wondering what to be. Tell him the story of a boy like me. Oooh oh oooh oh oooh oh oh X4