School Days

In Delaware when I was younger
 I would live the life obscene
 In the Spring I had great hunger.
 I was Brando. I was Dean
 Blaspheming, booted, blue-jeaned baby boy
 Oh how I made them turn their heads
 The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy
 And begged me bless them in their beds
 In Delaware when I was younger
 I would row upon the lake
 In the Spring I had great hunger
 I was Keats. I was Blake.
 My pimple pencil pains I'd bring
 To frogs who sat entranced
 My drift-dream ditties I would sing
 The water strider danced
 In Delaware when I was younger
 They thought St. Andrew had sufficed
 But in the Spring I had great hunger
 I was Buddha. I was Christ.
 You wicked wise men where you wonder
 You Pharisees one day will pay
 See my lightning, hear my thunder
 I am truth. I know the way
 In Delaware when I was younger