They broke your toys this morning Henry. Rode your board right into dust. Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust. And then they had the gall. To write your name up on the girls' room wall. And send you out to Maria. Who spoke of babies and all. And wanted to shoot your joy. It's a hard world when you're the new kid in town. Ain't it Henry Boy. Well the North side is for diamond-studded woman. Subtly selling their wares. And the West side is for debutantes. And would be millionaires. Oh the East side is for lost boys. Who know their moves too well. The South side is for gamblers Henry Boy. The train stops once for Hell. It's a hard world when they're forcing you. To live your life out on Broadway. But Henry I'm sure you're gonna like it well. The constellation she points to Gate Eleven. That's where you got your connections. Let me take a look inside my magic book. I don't think you're beyond my inventions. Oh these doctor's appendages I'm giving you for wings. I'm sure it'll meet the occasion. I'm gonna mix you some magic you'll spittin' sparks. And ready for the invasion. Oh and the Milky Way's a trip for dippers. They saw ya coming a mile away. In the amusement park you'll get clipped by rippers. Hiding behind candy 'cades. In the alleyway you'll get ripped by strippers. All who know your name. In the stalls sit the soldier-boy kissersOn leave for just a day. And Henry couldn't take it. He's gonna be a submariner. Riding underground for the Pope. Gonna stand on the corner of Broadway. And scream: "Up 'scope".