In my mind I'm still a child
I miss taking my clothes off and running wild
I miss the boy we named "Arty Farty"
When we got older Arty liked to party!
Racing big wheels and climbing trees
Once at the top we became one with the breeze
Playing with girls and building club houses
Later dating those girls to get in their blouses.
Running through backyards and playing chases
The feeling of freedom on all our faces
Watching cartoons with all of my friends
Fighting over Super heros was always the trend.
So whenever you went through our neighborhood
We treated you right with our own brotherhood
You could spot us as easy as an army of ants
I would be the one laughing and pissing my pants!
