Whatever You Want

[Other Mr. Bobo]
Will there be
Grey days
When they say stay in and play
And you go crazy
With nothing to do?
Boo! There will be no rain
No cause to complain
The sky will always be infinitely blue
With maybe a rainbow
She found in Vermont
Whatever!
Whatever you want

Will there be
Stock frocks
About which nobody talks
And ugly socks
From a box in a shop?
Stop! Take off your tweed togs
Feed them to the dogs
Put on this fuzzy thing and have a lollipop
You're a pterodactyl
Or a debutante
Whatever!
Whatever you want

Will there be
Food stewed
Until you're in the mood
For it, and soon you conclude
You shall fast?
Past are those outré meals
Duck with orange peels
Now every dinner more
Delicious that the last
And endless fantastic new houses to haunt
Whatever!
Whatever you want
Whatever...