He was so upright back in the sixties
ABCs and 1-2-3s
How could he prompt such lunacy
So weird, but why, something just isn't right
Just how did he get so white
Take inches off his nose

His glove was born back in '83
Symbol of life beyond our pale, blue orb
And white lights where life exists happily
But that was his choice, to live in that world forevermore

He lost his touch with all reality
Carnivals and climbing trees
Each day was a festivity
Kept getting crazier with every day
Pretending that life's a game
What's with that surgeon's mask again

His glove denotes his insanity
We don't know why his brain walked out the door
And there is no reason for anything
He is just like a kid; he must still think he is four

He was so fair and mild
But he is still a child
Even though he is forty-five
On the most wanted list
Because he slept with kids
and fed them alcohol
And these claims don't make any sense at all

His glove won't come anywhere near me
Long as I've got my Magnum .44
He wants to have his fans' sympathy
Won't hear his voice, for all of his actions they show scorn

His glove is wrong in so many ways
He should at least get 25 or more
This case will haunt him for all his days
So he must hide, he cannot see the light anymore