The yellow walls are lined with portraits
  And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
  All these poses such beautiful poses
  Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
  
  There's never been such grave a matter
  As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
  All these poses such beautiful poses
  Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
  
  The green autumnal parks conducting
  All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
  All these poses oh how can you blame me
  Life is a game and true love is a trophy
  
  And you said
  Watch my head about it
  Baby you said watch my head about it
  My head about it
  Oh no oh no oh no
  Oh no oh no no kidding
  
  Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
  For to smokes the days away into the evenings
  All these poses of classical torture
  Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
  I did go from wanting to be someone now
  I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue
  
  Once you've fallen from classical virtue
  Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
  
  In the green autumnal parks conducting
  All the city streets a wondrous chorus
  Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
  Made me a man ah but who cares what that it
  
  And you said watch my head about it
  Baby you said watch my head about it
  My head about it
  Oh no oh no oh no
  Oh no oh no well you said
  Watch my head about it
  Baby you said watch my head about it
  My head about it
  Oh no oh no oh no
  Oh no oh no no kidding