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 jean, baby boy.
Oh how I made them turn their heads.
The townie brownie girls, they jumped for joy.
Oh.
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 pain I'd bring, to frogs who sat in trance.
My drift dream ditties I would sing.
Oh.
In the spring, I had great hunger.


I would serve the water strider dance.
In Delaware, when I was younger, I would live the life obscene.
Oh.
In Delaware, when I was younger, I would serve the water strider dance.

In the spring, I had great hunger.
My pimple pencil pain I'd bring, to frogs who sat in trance.
But in the spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha, I was Christ
You wicked wise men, where's your wonder?
You Pharisees, one day we'll pay
See my lightning, hear my thunder
I am true, I know it
In Delaware when I was younger
I am true, I know it