Denim Kids Lyrics

Denim kids in denim shorts

I write about in my reports

I go to school

I see the man

I try to cope the best I can

My parents gone

I'm all alone

I put my shorts on on my own

The man arrives

He's looking shy

I make believe that I can fly

In time he goes

I lock the door

My denim shorts are on the floor

My friends say I should get a job

But I just sit around and sob

Denim kids in denim shorts

I wish I would've been aborted

Nothing left

The man is home

And now I must hang up the phone

And as for you

You must relax

The man is never coming back

Except for me

O no no no

And now I guess I gotta go