From the CD "Frisbee Bomb Craters"

YO-YO

You're playing games which have no rules.
You toyed with me like all your fools.
I'm going home I don't have to take the pain

I'm not your yo-yo, roller coaster, elevator, escalator,
Dow Jones Industrial, puppet-on-a-string.
I'm not your jump rope, gyroscope, jack rabbit, bad habit,
blind-bouncing-baby-boy or same old trusty swing.
I'm not your yoyo!
I'm not your yoyo!

First you say "yes", then it's "no, no, no!"
"I think I'll stay...no, maybe I'll go".
True love or hate, an accident or fate

I'm not your yo-yo, roller coaster, elevator, escalator,
Dow Jones Industrial, puppet-on-a-string.
I'm not your jump rope, gyroscope, jack rabbit, bad habit,
blind-bouncing-baby-boy or same old trusty swing.
I'm not your yoyo!
I'm not your yoyo!

I thought I was a hero but I was just acting stupid
I was used and abused.
I danced, I sang for the devil dressed as Cupid.

I'm not your yo-yo, roller coaster, elevator, escalator,
Dow Jones Industrial, puppet-on-a-string.
I'm not your jump rope, gyroscope, jack rabbit, bad habit,
blind-bouncing-baby-boy or same old trusty swing.
I'm not your yoyo!
I'm not your yoyo!


Copyright © 1995 William L. Whedbee II
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.