Little Boy Who?

Remember that dude Little Boy Blue? Well, he's a very good a friend of mine We used to have all night jam sessions Just to help ourselves unwind Of course, you know he plays a horn And I play the doghouse bass I knew that boy was going places It was written all over his face He played that horn like nobody's business He could really moan the blues Did I tell you I taught him all he knows? You can believe that if you choose I heard he's not playing anymore And he's left the music scene They say his lips shrunk, something awful After an accident with hemorrhoid cream That just goes to show you You better look before you brush Take your time and your lips won't shrink And now, I guess, it's time to hush