We’ve All Got Scars

I'm the kind of boy
All the parlors enjoy
I won't dent their cushions
I know just how they feel

Nine years old and I can
I can never fall down
Little body's just like a China shop
The world is a bull and I'm a waving red flag

I can't tell you why
That's another story
I can't come home muddy
I just read the Hardy Boys and things I study

All the other boys and
Girls dreaming of their summers
Jumping jacks and running
Alongside the railroad tracks
What a bummer, but I can fly!

Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby

I'm the paydirt of averages
One in a million kind of kid
I'm just like that parlor
Always seen and nevеr did

Can of worms and rosaries
Everything a house should bе

Catching footballs, leaving dents
Like bananas bruised black
Organs drowning in my blood
Like bananas bruised black

Catching footballs leaving dents
Like bananas bruised black
Organs drowning in my blood
Like bananas bruised black

Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby
Three cheers for little bobby

Are you there?
Little Bobby? Little Bobby are you there?
Are you there? Are you there?
Are you there little Bobby?
Little Bobby are you there? Are you there?