R. Stevie Moore - Funny Child lyrics

I met a bony little boy today His skin was blistered and his face was gray He had a tuba and he tried to play taps He went away and then he ran right back And when he smiled at me his teeth were black He kept his horn inside a navy knapsack Funny child you're the one Who keeps me from having fun Just because you're my son There was a time when i was always scared I had to take my brain to be repaired And you were checking to see how i fared, yes I saw the skinny little boy again He wants to join the ku klux klan I told him if he was a real man, wait He tried to fly away but fell to ground You shoulda heard how the band sounds The little kid's in the dog pound Indefinitely