School Days

In Delaware when I was younger

I would live the life obscene

In the Spring I had great hunger.

I was Brando. I was Dean

Blaspheming, booted, blue-jeaned baby boy

Oh how I made them turn their heads

The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy

And begged me bless them in their beds

In Delaware when I was younger

I would row upon the lake

In the Spring I had great hunger

I was Keats. I was Blake.

My pimple pencil pains I'd bring

To frogs who sat entranced

My drift-dream ditties I would sing

The water strider danced

In Delaware when I was younger

They thought St. Andrew had sufficed

But in the Spring I had great hunger

I was Buddha. I was Christ.

You wicked wise men where you wonder

You Pharisees one day will pay

See my lightning, hear my thunder

I am truth. I know the way

In Delaware when I was younger