Feel like asking a tree for an autograph And I feel like making love to a photograph Photographs don't smell Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys
Well, I told you baby, I was the only one Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one Machines can't jerk Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys
'Cause hard boys groove and white boys masturbate But then Soft Boys wind up with a Doctor Messerschmidt He just a one-o-nines 'em Yeah, give it to the Soft Boys, Soft Boys