The Faking Boy

"Smash my glim!" cried a regular card, Blast my eyes, The faking boy'll never speak again or sing again O O O Oh no, see how the floor is a window, and suddenly nothing below I have a pink and living guise still Lively girls won't make me eyes I'm not burly, I'm not wise The faking boy to the trap has gone, I'm not burly, I'm not wise