I cried like a baby

By Alvin Culzac

 
Just like a zombie dancing with destiny

I fell into the pit of fallacious philosophy

So I went to the Preacher

Got on my knees and pleaded

‘Preacher please, won’t you help me?’

But he turned his back and said

‘I’d like to son, but it can’t be done

Because you’ve been singing the wrong songs.’

So I cried and I cried like a baby

Yeah, I cried and I cried like a baby.

 
After the Preacher

I went to see the Pope

I said ‘Pope I got no hope

Won’t you help me?’

He said, ‘yes I can, if you are Catholic’

I replied, ‘well I’m not, but

I’ll accept your blessings anyway’

He ripped his cassock to shreds

Pointed his finger and said

‘Man you are a disgrace

Get the hell out of my face.’

So I cried and I cried like a baby

Yeah, I cried and I cried like a baby.

 
After the Pope

I went to visit my lady

She’s a Queen; I know she won’t desert me

I said Queen I’m homeless and lost

Won’t you help me?’

She took off her crown, tossed it to the ground

Whilst screaming invectives at my temerity

She then ordered her guards to eject me.

So I cried and I cried like a baby

Yeah, I cried and I cried like a baby.

 
After the Queen

I did a review of my place in society

And realised there was no one to help me

So I wrote my own songs

Formed my own religion

And when it all went wrong

I cried and I cried like a baby

Yeah, I cried and I cried like a baby.