Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids,
Made it all the more disturbing knowing Benny hid
A bump that looked like clods of dirt inside some sickly lung That barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like Toto's tongue.
The weaker soul could hide their eyes while Benny bared his chest,
For fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest,
And stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet.
He rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny
He would put a record on then go into a trance
Until he heard his mother's favorite polka then he danced,
He simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared.
The record player went too fast but Benny didn't care, Benny really only cared about one single thing He collected magazines called "Women in the Ring",
He kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said
That Benny talked to them at night before he went to bed. Bounce Benny bounce Bouncing Benny
I need someone to wrestle with she'd have to wear a hood,
She might be kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends,
And hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good.
She'd probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back
And I bet her eyes would shine But when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end,
Waiting in a ring for me to hug her like a bear.
I've got to go! I've got to go! I know that she is there
Follow that dream Benny follow that dream.
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