Dood from Dirt Bath by Psychological Rangers

Dood

He dreamed he was a dood
But his train had cho cho choooo’d
It’s last Choo

He thumbed himself a ride
To find himself a pride to woo
Woo woo woo

Who would be woo’d
By such a wooden dood?
Not his Father
Or his best friends sister
Or the neighbours dog
Not even his mother

He saw the soda shop
Where the fellas swilled, sucked and spurbled fizzy pop
deep down in their bellies

his countenance read “brood”
as if he entered that hip hot spot soda shop all nood
His confidence understewed (come on and tell me now)

Who would be woo’d
By such a wooden dood?
Nicht eirens Vater
Or his uncle’s kitten
Or his postman’s doctor
Not even his grandmother

He strutted up to the soda jerk
All pomade, jangles and awkward quirks
(and flatly) he did confess:

[spoken word over improvised gospel organ]
Dood: It feels like years
Since my caps been unscrewed
And the reign over my carbonation is gone

Greek Chorus: But who can he turn to
Someone who wouldn’t spurn you
Who? (who who whoooOoOOooo)
Scene 4: [soad jerk looks whistfully out window at fading sunset the horizon and reflects on the young doods words. Then he sings:]

Maybe it’s me!
Yeah, just maybe it’s me!
‘cause I think I see
I see my doodness
In your naïve goodness
Woo woo wooo ----- .

Dood, dood, dood , dood, dood, dood!

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