Songtext von The Toys Go Winding Down

An overaged boy of 39 has left the wing today The first time in his life he's made that step Be numbed by the society And plagued by his insecurity He's entered in a race that must be won One of the animals has left its cage today In search of better things, so it seems to be But in this land of polyurethane Things are apt to get a bit hot As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine We used to sit around the house Watching Evil Dead Talking about the way it used to be We used to pull the stripers out of San Pablo Bay Now the delta waters going down SoCal And the stripers start to fade away It's pudding time! It's pudding time! As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down As the toys go winding down