When you're riding the rails with those wide open eyes,  Well, there's one old south paw you will always fight.  And alone on a worn-out throne   is the reigning queen of the questions  Why we blind-footed toddlers ever started out.    So don't get into it with me  When I goose-step  Across the kitchen floor  You know I still adore  All your mother's old-fashioned ways  I'm so impressed that you hear  My inventions, and that it matters more  Than what you saw with your eyes    Go along with the plan  Your head will still be there where you put it  Under the bed with the ice cream you could never find  And tonight you go to bed and dream   All the world to be what you want it,  You got the girly draw now flaunt it,  And keep them all checking their watches  When you're out tonight    So don't get into it with me  When I goose-step across the kitchen floor  You know I still adore--  Are your eyes changing hands?  I'm so impressed that you hear  My inventions, and that it matters more  Than what you saw with your eyes