Leo's Toltoy

Please let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste.
But just like that first line,
Ideas all come from another place.

I'm going to tell you a story
And the main character, well, it's me.
And it all starts way back
When I began grade three.

I had the block's biggest marble collection
No, that's a lie
My neighbour Johnny had swapped three jumbos
For my one cat's eye

Then he told me that jumbos
Were no longer the rage
Which shows that I was a fashion victim
Even back at that age

Anyway, I remember
It was the second week, term two
And just like normal
I bought my marble bag to school

But imagine the shock and horror
For, behind my back,
Everyone else in the playground
Had brought along click-clacks

How was it that by some
Mysterious mutual chemistry
They knew all knew click-clacks were in
No one ever told me

How was it, in the space
Of an otherwise normal night
Everyone came to school the next day
Not a marble bag in sight

And now I'm in a rock band
And everything's the same
Just when I'm holding my line
Of tortured artistic pain

You find out that poetry
Ain't no longer the thing
And everyone's playing cajun
Zydeco, whatever you call the thing

What you call that thing (x3)

I go off and buy the records
Learn how to cook {jumbulaya?}
Then everyone's dropped on ecstacy
And the dance clubs are on fire

I start talking about Louisana
Everyone tells me to stop
Just the come of the click-clacks
Comes something called hiphop.

Shakespearean plays are the
quintessential expression of human tragedy
Can't understand them myself
But that's what my friends tell me

Anyway the only genuine thought
I have ever been able to expound
Is the world ain't a stage,
It's a primary school playground

And some people are like the kids
Who knew when to stop
Playing games like Ker-Plunk
And get into Battlin' Tops

Then there's people like me
Who always seem to find
Just after we've bought our baseball jackets
We've been left behind

We've been left behind (x3)

I've come to understand
It's just like musical chairs
When it's groovy to say groovy
And ok to wear flares

So the final piece of advice I give
You should all beware
'Cause when you're in the jungle watch it
It's a playground out there

It's not a jungle out there (x9)