Little men are locked inside my vanity.
They can fly and I don't deny my jealousy.
Little men I'm not inviting you to Halloween.
Little men you tell me secrets I don't want to know.
Toothbrush in the jaw and rotting bodies on the green.
Little men I wish that you would grow.
Buster brother, just another pal of mine.
Acupuncture pin pals in the Calamine.
Little men I'm not inviting you and I'll tell you why.
Little men you tell me secrets I don't want to know.
Don't forget that each of you was once a little guy.
Little men just frigging try to grow.
Copyright 1992 Zach London
