The Boy Is a Tramp

Where were you when I wrote this song?

Were you sleeping inside of a disco ball?

With an even stranger face painted on the wall

So this is it

When I feel like I'm five miles tall

I can crawl through a crack in your psychic head

And trace on your body what the tarot cards have said

But before you turn off the lamp

Just remember the boy in your bed, he's just a tramp

There he is, watch his eyes cast a leer

He's as friendly as a cave full of laughing bats

He's as subtle as brick or an airplane crash

But he's true

Is it true?

Just remember the boy in your head

The boy is just a tramp

The boy is a tramp

But before you go holding his hand

Just remember the boy in your life, he's just a tramp

The boy is a tramp

And he's a tramp

The boy is a tramp

The boy is a tramp

The boy is a tramp

The boy is a tramp