There was this little boy who had a playground full of dinosaurs and teenage mutant ninja turtle toys
Spent the weekends watching neverending stories and the robots turning into cars and planes
They called the leader Prime
Started at the age of six to goof around with ivories
Played the melodies of magic dragon puff and let it be
And as the eagle flies to the sun he starts to show vital signs of writing a song on his own

As the time flies by you try make ends meet
Hang around with your friends recalling and laughing at the past
My memory is my respirator
Olden days are the air
You got to have something to anchor inside your head

There was a vovo without a leg and the world's kindest man who wore a knife
in a hilt cut a piece I devoured on my knees
I need something sweet to survive
Meringue will do just fine
You try to do your best to burn your friends alive in the wooden swing
One girl two boys human pyramid
Take your bow and arrow bend the string and try to take your brother down

In the middle of the woods there sat a librarian
Running with my flashlight trying to locate my friends
My favorite time of the year the red brisk yellow fall
And as the game is on the little boy sings this song