Perry Como Gold - Aloha

A boy prefers a crowd of older folks

He will bow

He holds a snow cone parallel to the stone

To the boardwalking elders, it’s a magic microphone

Sing a warning song

He sounds just like Perry Como

Tie a sweater to his hips

Hang tight to the flagpole

His feet kick out to the threatening sky

Too young for prediction, they’re ignoring his signs

He was just for decoration, just a little entertainment

Everyone has something that they’d like to see torn down

But not this smal house that has walked upon stilts

Nor the roller rink or bakeries that have shuttered up since

Oh, Isabel, as I make my way home my baritone, is guaranteed gold

But it was just an aberration, just your wind at my throat

I rode into a car door, into the bushes I was thrown

They were just for decoration

How was I to know?