Don't call me uncle Elroy
Don't leave me in dismay
Hold up the original feeling that wipes away all shame
That's very nice to be constructive like an old man in a young man's game
It's coming out the other end with effectual conclusion and disdain

Don't call me Chester Cheetah
Don't call me Uncle Sam
Just play me like an orchestra that makes a boy your man
Then go into another station my dear and find a girl who fits inside
Who comes rumblin' down the canyon just proud enough to be my lemon bride

Don't call me Mr. Well-Read
Don't call me Professor Tom
You know I've paid the consequence for all I have done wrong
But that's alright in the assembly of the evening in the olive branch
When you reemerge in the nighttime you'll explore that hollow feeling at a trance

Don't call me Wooden Shoe Guy
Don't call me Wooden Man
Don't call me Mr. Scarecrow, I have a master plan
But I don't know what is Egyptian
I don't know what is a western thought
I don't know what is a mystery to all or which has already been taught

The eagle sure has landed and it made me really sad
Just go away in back of me and call Uncle Dad
You're my daughter in a sense and I get nervous when you go outside
To the bedrooms of the aliens, just love could make a grown girl die