Hello, you crazy, messed-up kid
I know you've been bounced around
Too long in the ring

You talk about a low-blow
I guess all's fair in love and war
And there's people on the sidelines, Junior

Who been keeping score

And word is that you got

Just what a knucklehead deserves

But you don't have to hear the sound of the bell

In your ear to know you're down
You can tell it's over now
From the maddening crowd


Wake up, you sleepy little thing
I know you're in there somewhere, hibernating

No use pretending, that's such a sad state of affairs
And you know that you're long overdue
So get up and clear the air

And wake up, because it's springtime in Jellystone Park

You should be casting your fishing pole

Just as far as a metaphor will go
You'll be tugging on somebody's heart strings before you know


You should be casting your fishing pole