I was stark I was ravening I was idle in spring, and it felt good I was fashioned after something made of would, that I shouldn't have done Some girls got guns And some get into running favors for the Queen, like deciphering what it means when the band goes -- "DooRah DooRah DooRah DooRah!!" I was 'bedsit' and reviews were rave I dug your poetry a grave and it felt good I was modeled after something made of wood, that I shouldn't have done Some boys build guns And some get into running errands for the King, like making out the words when the band goes -- "DooRah DooRah DooRah DooRah!!" Hey there, pretty flower Get yourself together Momma's been looking for you But momma should know better I was silver I was gold I watched Holly going lightly down the road