Teenage Mannequins

Ever since you were a little boy You use to think to yourself That the mysterious ways a common life Was a commotion riding with a baby boom And every now and then you saw a smile And by the pillow of slow decay You could taste the sweetness of the grenadine smeared upon your bed There was a time When you were nine You had those long and shady curls Now you are bald And way to old To play among the girls Mannequins in perforated petticoats In taffetas of satin hoop crinoline The puppeteers are working on your midlife Capri pants And tricel scarves in pastel greens but the restless walk in his jeans You never were as pretty as Ronny from the gym He had a hammer for a head and a shovel for a fist And a face of a mutilation talking just like Citizen Kane (Come on, everybody!) Now brady boys and rubber dolls, razorblades and barbie bones Saturdays tangled up in purple cymbelines from a wedding Are lying in your bed for those long bitter days Nothing ever turned out like you wanted But you know the times are changing You're 29, past your prime And now they're gone