Slinky Thing Donald Fagen

It was an October morning
Near the carousel
I met a light young beauty
And we talked there for a spell

We walked up by the green lawn
And my heart began to sing
Mad man on a bench screams out
“Hold on to that slinky thing
Hold on to that slinky thing.”

Went to a party
Everybody stood around
Thinking, “Hey, what’s she doing
With a burned out hippie clown?”

Young dudes were grinning
I can’t say it didn’t sting
Some punk said, “Pops, you better
Hold on to that slinky thing
Hold on to that slinky thing.”

More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light
More light, more light, more light, more light, more light, more light

Today we were strolling
By the reptile cage
I’m thinking, “Does she need somebody
Who’s closer to her own age?”