When I Was a Kid
When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
Sky King
Roy Rogers
And Flicka’s boy
And Sky
And Roy
Hauled bad guys
Off to justice
Never seen again
Never
Never
Never seen again
Back in a barn
Me and
Annie Oakley
Held our ground
Shooting them down
Waiting for a hero
To cart them all away
But no heroes
But no others
No other heroes
Showed up
We killed them all ourselves
And didn’t surrender
Or even pretend to surrender
Because
We killed them all ourselves
When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
And bad guys
Always got caught
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