A megaphone-wielding street preacher, Welcome to the Jungle on the radio, missed appointments, and construction that won’t move. Sigh. Such is life sometimes.So, I wrote a song that slips out of the grind and into the wild chaos of childhood. A nod back to when Saturday mornings when Sid and Marty Krofft spun weird and wonderful worlds like Sigmund and the Sea Monsters, The Bugaloos, and Land of the Lost, plus a little nod to Ozzy at the end (Bet you didn't expect that one!)This one is for the love of paper airplanes, Atari joysticks, youth group games, and yellow number 5. It’s a litany of what I miss, and a reminder that maybe the childlike part of me isn’t lost at all.Let me know what you think. This is a weird one. LOL.
LYRICS:Stuck here at the traffic light at Washington and BarrA man here with a megaphone keeps shouting at my carAnother roadside prophet spewing messages of hate.I don't have the time for this. I honk my horn. I'm running late.
There must be construction; traffic hasn’t moved a bitThis isn’t how I planned today. Man, I’m so over it.I fidget in my seat and wonder when my luck will changeI think of missed appointments and now all I have to rearrange
Tune in to the radio, needing musical reliefBut Axl Rose sings Welcome to the Jungle with a screechI wonder if I’ve missed it; is there more than this to lifeThen carrying this heavy load, I long to be more child-like
I miss coloring and comic books and cereal for dinnerRiding bikes, Atari, having hair and being thinnerI miss walkie-talkies, camping trips, and wandering the mallStar Wars cards and swimming pools, and backyard wiffle ballI miss sleep-overs and lock-ins, playing stupid youth-group gamesTaping shows on VHS, and flying paper planesI miss phones that hang up on the wall and even busy signalsPaper wads in plastic straws, and launching them like missilesI miss Sigmund and the Sea Monsters, Bugaloos, Land of the LostAnd all the twisted children’s shows by Sid and Marty KrofftI miss little league and Space Invaders, trick-or-treat on HalloweenPaper footballs, Ninja stars, and skateboard magazinesBigfoot, Loch Ness, UFOs, other mysteries unknownLearning to love music, playing alto saxophoneI miss popsicles and model cars, and yellow number 5Wearing flip-flops on my feet and feeling so alive
I'm stuck here at this traffic light where life’s a bitter shameAnd I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
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