Fingers and Toes by Will Stanton

A Parody of the Song Lyrics to Ribbons & Bows

A long ago…uh…what’s his name?

Yeh, spilled out on the road like a bucket of brain.

You know, I didn’t come to.  You know my mind

It’s ‘cause I’m stoned; gotta sleep for a time

Play with your fingers and toes,

And let your hair hang greasy and low; and oh,

On a sparkly cushion we lie, its’ like,

Like, a blown state of mind.

Yeh, it’s a new state of mind.

He was the newest thing in the shortest skirt .

(Hey, ain’t askin’ him to know my mind).

I promise never again to tell how it hurt.

(Your tears are mine)

Yeh, but as my mind goes dancing while the Jack picks the tune,

Hitch your ride to my wagon, I’ll bring you the moon.

Lick those fingers and toes, 

And let your hair hang greasy and low, and oh,

On a swirling cushion we lie, it’s like,

Like a far-out state of mind.

Yeh, it’s a weird state of mind

Suck on those fingers and toes,

And let your hair hang greasy and low, and oh,

On a flying cushion we lie, it’s like,

Like a spacey state of mind.

Yeh, it’s an LSD-state of mind.

Where are my fingers and toes?

When I’m beat and down, I got a joint; we can go, and oh,

On a flying cushion we lie; it’s like,

Like, uh, where’s my mind? (I’ve lost my mind.)

Yeh, it’s a blousy state of mind. (Is my mind my mind?)

I didn’t mind my mind. (My mind didn’t mind.)

I think I’ve lost my mind .

© 26 April  2012

About the Author

I have had a life-long fascination with people and their life stories.  I also realize that, although my own life has not brought me particular fame or fortune, I too have had some noteworthy experiences and, at times, unusual ones.  Since I joined this Story Time group, I have derived pleasure and satisfaction participating in the group.  I do put some thought and effort into my stories, and I hope that you find them interesting.