Bouncing benny de Residents

Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids,
made it all the more disturbing knowing benny hid
a bump that looked like clods of dirt inside some sickly lung
that barely peeked beneath his shirt and twitched like toto's tongue.
for fifty cents inside a tent adjacent to the rest,
the weaker soul could hide their eyes while benny bared his chest;
he rubbed the bump with oleo and little bits of meat
and stroked the shape as it extended down towards his feet.
bounce benny bounce bouncing benny
he would put a record on then go into a trance
until he heard his mother's favorite polka then he danced;
the record player went too fast but benny didn't care,
he simply bounced around the room while people stood and stared.
benny really only cared about one single thing -
he collected magazines called "women in the ring";
he kept them all in plastic bags and everybody said
that benny talked to them at night before he went to bed.
bounce benny bounce bouncing benny
i need someone to wrestle with she'd have to wear a hood,
and hold me in a hammerlock if she was feeling good.
she'd probably have a ponytail that stuck out from the back
and i bet her eyes would shine - right when she attacked;
she might be kind of mean some times and act like we weren't friends,
but when the match was over we'd be buddies till the end;
i've got to go i've got to go i know that she is there -
waiting in a ring for me to hug her like a bear.
follow that dream benny follow that