Hey Mister, You'Re a Freak
I gave my son a wagon
and boy he had such fun
I don’t know why I’m bragging,
I do not have son
I asked about his mother,
he said they called her Stan
Named after her brother,
and second Cousin Jan
And then he said, hey mister,
with comets in your hair
Do you have a sister,
and could her name be Claire?
I said, I don’t remember,
what difference does it make?
Ask me in December,
that I just can't fake
I think she married Lenny,
the guy with crooked teeth
He liked to call her Jenny,
it gave him some relief
But she was not related,
we found her at the door
We stood there and debated,
then asked her in for more
He looked up at me funny,
a squint had found his eyes
Today was very sunny,
behind the clouded skies
His jeans were kind of tattered
and sneakers sat untied
Not that that really mattered
and then his voice replied
Well now I must be going,
although I’d like to stay
I hear the rooster crowing,
the time has come to play
He thanked me for the wagon
and rolled off down the lane
I think to fight a dragon
I just can not explain
When then I heard him sighing
while tiny wheels did squeak
He shouted, no denying
“Hey mister, you’re a freak”
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