كلمات He's Frank

He's got secular joy He's a peculiar boy But now the lustre has gone The peculiar boy is no more Who'll save him from being a man Not me He's got precious youth But forsaken, forsooth And now the shine grows dim Change tradition for whim Who'll save him from being a man Not me He's got clothes all red All on a purple bed But now the red's in his eyes He's no longer a prize Who'll save him from being a man Not me He's a peculiar boy Yes, he's a peculiar boy But now his skin is slack He shows a certain lack Who'll save him from being a man Not me