I’m a wind-up toy in an up-down world

If you leave me all alone, I’ll make a mess for sure

I’ve a heart of gold in the smallest size

Leave me in the dark, you’ll never hear me cry

More than an illustration

Points of articulation

Come to life on a brass spring

Such a wonderful plaything

It’s a cruel cross that I have to bear

If you come a little close I’m going to pull your hair

More than just a toy in a patched blue suit

Hold me in your arms I’m just a boy like you