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
Well hard boys groove and wide boys masturbate
But then soft boys wind up with a Doctor Messerschmitt
He just a one-o-nines 'em
Yeah-- Give it to the Soft Boys!
Soft... Boys