Such a fine boy what a forward-thinking young man Such a fine boy what a forward-thinking young man we should send him to school maybe in New England he'll be the apple of our eye we'll buy him a new tie dress him up and comb his hair New England, lying on the sofa like a loaf of bread eyes glazing over television imitation life he's not wondering not wondering a thing but this is how the thing goes we should praise his heart instead he should open up the windows dump the newsman on his head we'll be singin' halleluiah we'll come beckoning the sky we'll have learned to make some choices we'll have fortified the why and that little small voice, tucked inside the ear will be talking up a big noise talking up some good cheer talking up a big noise talking up some good cheer when he was only days In this world we started him on Japanese don't you know it's the wave of the future we played him tapes of Mozart in his sleep New England, leaves spiral downward kamikaze jets, always heading ground-ward now it's silence leaves piles on- smothering- smothering the whole world but this is how the thing goes we should praise his heart instead he should open up the windows dump a kamikaze on his head Chorus one kamikaze jets two kamikaze jets three kamikaze jets, four . . . Chorus