Lou (spoken): This is a new song. It's called "Wild Child." It's about a wild child, funnily enough.

I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit
And his wizard's hat
He spoke of his movie and how he was makin'
A new sound track

And then we spoke of kids on the coast
And different types of organic soap
And the way suicides don't need notes
Then we spoke of Lorraine
Always back to Lorraine

I was talkin to Phil who was given to pills
And small racing cars
He had given them up since his last crack-up
Had carried him too far

Then we spoke in rhythm and verse
And the way an actress held her purse
And the way lifе at times could get worse
Thеn we spoke of Lorraine
It always comes down to Lorraine

She's a wild child
And nobody can get at her
She's a wild child
Oh, and nobody can get to her
Sleepin out on the street
Oh, livin all alone
Without a house or a home
And then she asked you, Hey please
Hey, baby, can I have some spare change
Can I break your heart?

She's a wild child, she's a wild child

I was talkin to Betty about her auditions
And how they made her ill
You know, life is the theater is certainly fraught
With many spills and chills

Then she settled down after some wine
Which is what happens most of the time
Then we both sat and spoke in rhymes
Till we spoke of Lorraine
Ah, always back to Lorraine

I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead
By mutual friends
He thought it was funny that I had no money
To spend on him

So we both sat down and ate some sweet cheese
And sang of our lives and our dreams
And how things can come apart at the seams
And we talk of Lorraine
Always back to Lorraine
Oh, She's a wild child
Yeah, and nobody can get at her
She's a wild child
And nobody can get to her

Sleepin out on the street
Oh, livin all alone
Without a house or a home
And then she asked you, Hey please
Hey, baby, can I have some spare change
Can I break your heart?

She's a wild child, she's a wild child, she's a wild child