Let's sing a song about Baby Ray
Don't get him wrong cuz he won't yield right of way
Well he speeds all over crushing clover
Chasing sparrows, ignoring one-way arrows
Bing! Boom! Bam! Bam! we bang drums for Baby Ray (bing boom)!
Outslur the slang-bums with infant vocabulary
Stuttering silver miracles atmospherical
So moronic and partially demonic
Bay Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate a dull reaction no
Baby Ray comes without a stitch on his fine young lines of iron
Baby Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate nobody falling in love
With anybody but Baby Ray
But if you do that's okay, he's everybody anyway
Fragments of truth spew from Baby Ray (bad boy)
Wisdom of youth chewed up, burps! and out it sprays
Bits of baby peas and dictionaries, apples, pears and boysenberries
(poison cherries) boy contrary just like Mary, O!
Bang! Bang! the troops shoot for Baby Ray!
Pop guns in play-fun (he'll kill you anyway)
With obscure munition, superstition, half angelic and partly psychedelic
Babay Ray's a sonofagun he don't drink much but he's always drunk
Baby Ray's a-makin' me wonder what he gets so very high on
Baby Ray's a sonofagun he don't think anything he already thunk before
Baby Ray swims ashore schooling pools of fools from ocean floors
of Baby seas their one-two-three-fours
B-b-b-baby Baby Ray is Ray is gonna rhyme a rhyme
He's good at bouncy bouncy till its sleepy sleepy time
And if you let him catch you catch you betch your bottom buck
You'll get a little dizzy dizzy he don't give a *&&**!
His bed is made of metal-nettle nettle-metal leaves
It's bouncy bouncy springy stingy stingier than bees
He buzzes giggles giggles buzzes now you're on the floor
He says he knows a riddle but he won't say any more
He looks like Harry Truman and he looks like Auntie Em
You see him seem him saying something starting with an "M"
You're feeling something spiney spiney then you realize
He's got his tiny little baby arrow right between your eyes!
Faster Faster!
This is the Ballad of Baby Ray!
Pop-loopy word-salad, whoops! He's blown away
Whispering stuttered B's and doubled M's, uttering his ineffibles again
Baby Ray's a sonofagun he don'y think much cuz he's always drunk
Baby Rays' a-making me wonder what he gets so verry high on
Baby Ray's a sonofagun he dont think anything he already drunk before
Baby Ray's on the way with a poison arrow, a dictionary,
Seven spears to hurl at the reactionaries
Baby Ray comes without a stitch on those fine young lines of iron
Baby Ray's a sonofabitch he don't tolerate nobody falling in love
With anybody but Baby Ray
But if you fall in love anyway
Don't despair, cuz that's okay!
It's all in the play for Baby Ray! One fine day you'll realize
(Realize!) He's got his baby arrow aiming right between your eyes!