The Boy Is a Tramp

Where were you when I wrote this song?
Were you sleeping inside of a disco ball?
With an even stranger face painted on the wall
So this is it
When I feel like I'm five miles tall
I can crawl through a crack in your psychic head
And trace on your body what the tarot cards have said

But before you turn off the lamp
Just remember the boy in your bed
He is just a tramp

There he is
Watch his eyes cast a leer
He's as friendly as a cave full of laughing bats
He's as subtle as brick or an airplane crash
But he's true, he's true

Just remember the boy in your head
The boy's just a tramp
The boy is a tramp

But before you go holding his hand
Just remember the boy in your life
He's just a tramp

The boy is a tramp
And he's a tramp
The boy is a tramp
The boy is a tramp
The boy is a tramp
The boy is a tramp