Caterwaul

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe

I lost my doll a month ago
Or I’da styled a lotta curls since then
I coulda trimmed ‘n’ permed ‘n’ set ’em
But sometimes I forget ’em
That’s how I’m in the state I’m in

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe

Another neighbor told me
A Betsy-Wetsy would suit me fine
But I don’t wanna change a diaper
I’m not a bottom-wiper
I might try Frankenstein

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe

It’s hard for kids in the sixties
Who got no dough to throw around
On keepin’ up with all the latest
The grooviest, the greatest
The spacey-ageist toys in town

Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I.– Oh!
Even a G.I.– No!
Even a G.I. Joe

Step Right Up

Young spiders try for worldly-wise
Whilst queueing for the ferris wheel
And summon to their many eyes
One tear apiece to show they feel
Affronted and looked-down-upon
When carnies claim they lack the height
To ride. The epilogue’s foregone:
It’s carny ear-spelunking night!