The yellow walls are lined with portraits   And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket   All these poses such beautiful poses   Makes any boy feel like picking up roses      There's never been such grave a matter   As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses   All these poses such beautiful poses   Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes      The green autumnal parks conducting   All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing   All these poses oh how can you blame me   Life is a game and true love is a trophy      And you said   Watch my head about it   Baby you said watch my head about it   My head about it   Oh no oh no oh no   Oh no oh no no kidding      Reclined amongst these packs of reasons   For to smokes the days away into the evenings   All these poses of classical torture   Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard   I did go from wanting to be someone now   I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue      Once you've fallen from classical virtue   Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you      In the green autumnal parks conducting   All the city streets a wondrous chorus   Singing all these poses now no longer boyish   Made me a man ah but who cares what that it      And you said watch my head about it   Baby you said watch my head about it   My head about it   Oh no oh no oh no   Oh no oh no well you said   Watch my head about it   Baby you said watch my head about it   My head about it   Oh no oh no oh no   Oh no oh no no kidding