Well they broke your toys this morning, Henry
Rode your Ford right into dust
Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust
And then they had the gall
To write your name up on the girl's room wall
And send you out to Maria who spoke of babies and all
And she wanted to shoot your joy
Well it's a hard world when you're the new kid in town
Ain't it, Henry Boy?
Well now the North side is for diamond studded women
Subtly selling their wares
And the West side is for debutantes and would be millionaires
The East side is for lost boys who know their moves too well
The South side that's for gamblers, Henry
The train stops once for hell
It's a hard world when you're forced to live out on Broadway
But Henry I think you're gonna like it well
And now the constellation she points to Gate Eleven
Man that's where you got your connections
Whoa let me take a look inside my magic book I don't think
You're beyond my inventions
Whoa let me take a look inside my magic book
I don't think you're beyond my inventions
These doctor's appendages I'm giving you for wings
I'm sure they'll meet the occasion
I'm gonna mix you some magic, you'll be spittin' sparks
And ready for the invasion
'Cause now the Milky Way's a trip for dipper
Who saw you coming a mile away
In the amusement park you'll get clipped by rippers
Hiding behind candy canes
In the alley you're gonna get ripped by strippers all who know your name
In the stalls stand out the soldier-boy kissers
On leave for just a day
And Henry he can't take it, he's gonna be a submariner
Riding underground for the Pope
Stands on the corner Broadway and 42nd and screams "Up 'scope"