Sad sad sad...
It's sad, oh so sad
That this freedom is the reason that I have
To be getting rid of clothes and toys
And sideways glancing girls and boys
As if I had a childhood of my own
My head is on the move and I walk through the door
The cow is on the moon and there's no milk to boil
No bottles to make, no sails left to break
No crying, no growing, no more
It's sad, oh so sad
That this freedom is the reason that I have
To be getting rid of clothes and toys
And sideways glancing girls and boys
As if I had a childhood of my own
And cards and gifts and calls are easy to supply
But where's the logic if I'm never at your side
No skittles to shake, no paintings to paint
No standing, no talking, no more
It's sad, oh so sad
That this freedom is the reason that I have
To be getting rid of clothes and toys
And sideways glancing girls and boys
As if I had a childhood of my own
It's as if I had a childhood of my own
Sad sad sad...
My tongue is slipping to recesses in my jaw
My lungs are turning black, my abdominal wall
Is starting to shake underneath the weight
My heart creates by its steady fall
It's sad, oh so sad
That this freedom is the reason that I have
To be getting rid of clothes and toys
And sideways glancing girls and boys
As if I had a childhood of my own
It's as if I had a childhood of my own
Sad sad sad...