An ageing young rebel Called What's His Name, Wanted to be different While he stayed the same.
Then he couldn't He just couldn't No matter what he would try.
Told by his mother, An aging old thing, "You better go see Clever You give Clever a ring".
Which he did Called him up Just so Mommy wouldn't cry.
Clever heard his story About different and the same, He said, "You crazy? This some silly game?"
"No, no it ain't. Like Mommy said, You gotta straighten out my head".
"Clever you're so clever Is your cleverness enough? Can you help this ageing rebel Do you really have the stuff? Bet you don't have. Betcha bread that you'll pass the buck instead".
Clever sends our hero To a funny darkened room, Where a crowd of Cunning listens Giggles in the gloom.
"That your problem Ageing Rebel? Don't you really know the score? You crazy? You think your gonna to change this silly world? Better see yourself a shrink."
Cunningly they argue about our boy Who's breaking down the door.
Now he's running down the dark Diabolical awaits, Grabs him by the ankle "Ain't it just like fate?"
Diabolical laughs In an alley full of soot.
"Forget the same You'll be different now. Somewhat shorter on one side".
"Let go!" "Oh no, Would you? Diabolical inside?"
Panic in his brain Pulls and gets away Loses him a foot. It's a dark and evil day.
See him running, Limping, blood. Something soft is just ahead.
Something soft is Gentle He's fallen at her side. She comforts him with kisses He dreams of suicide.
Gentle is so gentle Grabs the trouble by its root, Bandages his stump
Cuts off his other foot.
So you see, it seems to me A gentle kind of cruelty.
Ageing Rebel's older A little wiser maybe too. Gentleness has fixed him Does he look like me and you?
Footless and fancy free Think how happy Mom will be. Footless and fancy free Think how happy Mom will be.