" BATTERY BOY "
by Cathy VOGAN



You were just a Battery Boy
Your mother lived in Woy Woy
She couldn't cook, she couldn't sew
You couldn't eat, so you couldn't grow

Poor little Battery Boy
You'll never go back to Woy Woy.

Your energy seemed to come from your dad
But you always lacked the strength he had
So you thought a lot, and drank a lot
You kiddies robbed the Bottle Shop

Now the bottle baby loves his juice
It makes him dream of Mother Goose
And he laughs himself to sleep at night
Or not... until the morning light

If the drugs are right, and Ever-Ready
He'll be highly charged, but quite unsteady

Bottle baby, Battery Boy
Just like your brother and sister, it's joy
From a packet of dust
You're the man I trust
Will expire in rust