Baby Ray

Ballad Of Baby Ray

Baby Ray


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!