I've a heart of gold in the smallest size, Leave me in the dark, you'll never hear me cry.

More than an illustration, Points of articulation.

Come to life on a brass spring, Such a wonderful plaything.

It's a cruel cross that I have to bear, If you come a little close I'm going to pull your hair.

More than just a toy in a patched blue suit, Hold me in your arms I'm just a boy like you.

But your mama thought there was somethin' wrong, Didn't want you sleeping with a boy too long.

It's a serious thing in a grown-up world, Maybe you'd be better with a Barbie girl.

You knew that I adored-ya. But you left me in Georgia.

Toys are not sentimental How could I be for rental?

She's the meanest hag that has ever been. Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin.

I'm the sorest sight, now I feel like trash. Clothes are made of rags and they don't even match!

So she dressed me up as the man she loved, Threw me in a box when she had had enough.

Now the light of day I no longer see, She stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be.

Accidentally tragic, Victim of her black magic.

Had a boy once who loved me, Now he's so afraid of me.

On a long lost day when you're gray and old, You'll be there remembering your old toy boy.

When your oldest son's wonderin' what to be, Tell him the story of a boy like me.