An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today
The first time in his life hes made that step
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity
Hes entered in a race that must be won
One of the animals has left its cage today
IN search of better things so it seems to be
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot
As the toys go winding down
C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead
Talking about the way it used to be...
We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away

Its pudding time
Its pudding time

As the toys go winding down