When I was a boy, I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in the can
But here in my lonely room, I'd sit, my mind in an ice cream cone, yeah
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah

Well, if I don't start crying it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
But through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
I'm trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah

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Writer(s): Arthur Lee