In Delaware when I was younger I would live the life obscene In the Spring I had great hunger. I was Brando. I was Dean Blaspheming, booted, blue-jeaned baby boy Oh how I made them turn their heads The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy And begged me bless them in their beds
In Delaware when I was younger I would row upon the lake In the Spring I had great hunger I was Keats. I was Blake. My pimple pencil pains I'd bring To frogs who sat entranced My drift-dream ditties I would sing The water strider danced
In Delaware when I was younger They thought St. Andrew had sufficed But in the Spring I had great hunger I was Buddha. I was Christ. You wicked wise men where you wonder You Pharisees one day will pay See my lightning, hear my thunder I am truth. I know the way In Delaware when I was younger