I wonder how much joy
I’ve been expressing,
joyful boy
I’ve been expressing,
joyful boy
that I am, with my flatfoot
foogie
and my floy floy.
How much joy
and my floy floy.
How much joy
can I employ,
reaching out to the professions—
I profess to be a boy
reaching out to the professions—
I profess to be a boy
who’ll stop acting all coy
and bashful when the depression
lifts and I can lead with joy
and bashful when the depression
lifts and I can lead with joy
again. “Belay! Belay!”
I sing out with my voice
the very boy
I sing out with my voice
the very boy
who cast themselves adrift on a
sea
of tears so they could hear
the stars’ rendition
of This Boy.
of tears so they could hear
the stars’ rendition
of This Boy.
