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!