Bouncing Benny

Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids,

Made it all the more disturbing knowing Benny hid

A bump that looked like clods of dirt inside some sickly lung

That barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like Toto's tongue.

For fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest,

The weaker soul could hide their eyes while Benny bared his chest;

He rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat

And stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet.

Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny

He would put a record on then go into a trance

Until he heard his mother's favorite polka then he danced;

The record player went too fast but Benny didn't care,

He simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared.

Benny really only cared about one single thing -

He collected magazines called "Women in the Ring";

He kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said

That Benny talked to them at night before he went to bed.

Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny

I need someone to wrestle with she'd have to wear a hood,

And hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good.

She'd probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back

And I bet her eyes would shine - right when she attacked;

She might be kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends,

But when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end;

I've got to go! I've got to go! I know that she is there -

Waiting in a ring for me to hug her like a bear.

Follow that dream Benny follow that dream...