I am age four and Uncle Anders and babynWear me like a winter coat when you’re the worst weathernRally ‘round Richard, quite a handfulnHe’s a mad apple first and foremostnnMy family is my islandnI better get downnThinking the plane into the groundnI’m like that guy who couldn’t figure outnThe water from the skynnA fat voice, a mind adriftnFit for a comfortable smilennBaby Washington pulled overnEat a mossed melonnHe knows a slow rollernBut he’s doing the green apple quick stepnAnders in kurrajongs passed the bridgenOh, Richard’s taking in the scenesnHe’s a horny little saladnnMy family is my oysternI better get downnThinking the plane into the groundnI’m like that guy who couldn’t figure outnThe water from the skynnA fat voice, a mind adriftnFit for a comfortable smile