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 dream...