Foetus No-Man (alternate lyrics)

It's a story that I've often heard
Kid clay gets born, can't find the words
For his indecision
His heart's been missing these days

He gets anxious and he sits and waits
Ideas become a thing he hates
He says, "I could do 'em,
They'll always be around"

He says, "I should really be a nurse
Plug I.V.s, pill up my purse
Instead I'll dwell on what
Others have to say"

And he seems to be a foetus man
Not nearly born but almost dead
Ask him how he does it
"Rheeee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee"

Will he always be my foetus boy?
I dress him in skin corduroy
Ask him how d'you do it
"Rheeee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee"

And are you OK?

He says, "I should surely be a horse
A racing horse, that's my best course"
He runs to the corner and
Stops to order a round

He goes dancing and he feels so green
In sparkling suits he has his tea
And he talks to people people and
Finds he has no teeth

'Cause he's really such a foetus man
Collecting dreams in garbage cans
Ask him how he does it
"Rheeee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee rheee"

But is he OK?

Well, my song is coming to a close
You watched it run right down your nose
Your clothes in the corner
Your mind orders the sounds


Put a blanket down and have some tea
Right where you lay, the trees are pink
You might have some troubles
In mind, it does relate