Hey, hey, mama; mama, what you tryin' to do?

You keep on talkin' to me, 'till your face turns blue.

Well, do you think I'm a young boy, yet to make up my mind?

Well, I'm just castin' all my toys, I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.

I'm gonna' leave what's behind me, behind.





I saw an old high school friend, just the other day,

He didn't ask me how I'd been, he asked me