from a town known as morris plains, new jersey
rose a boy with a mixed-up sense of 'man'
when his square, weak slight o' guy gave him a debting sense of pride
he would fret, "where's my keen ol' dad?"
as he started with the grade-schools, "honor jocko"
was the talk he learned, depressed/unbold was him
cuz the way mama styled, looked a hella slight o' 'guy'
and the girls said, "love dyllie, our friend"
and he's never saddled femmies, with them all he's so at home
and he goos for men of older types of brain
cuz he's never had a leader and he's never had a role
cuz his frowns sure sent men frantically away