From the recording Not Dead Yet
Lyrics
I must've been fifteen and still a real boy
A shadowy figure who likes thunder with rain
Sometimes irresistible
Always responsive
Once in a while insufferable
But never insensitive
A boy who refuses to wear glasses
Even though he's so nearsighted he has to count elephants to fall asleep
It was at a fancy fair that I saw this girl
I followed her when she went home in the pouring rain
Then I wrote her a letter
A perverted effusion
An attention-getter
Without any illusion
A letter that got me into trouble
My father telling me to play less with my dick and think more about school
Yes, a cheerful child turned into a sulking adolescent
An open youngster became manic-depressant
But then she called me and agreed to meet
We went for a walk and got wet feet
I heard saxophones playing in my ears
Whinnying seahorses drove me to tears
And her soft mouth tasted so sweet
A kiss was enough to free my seed
We were young and in love