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-jeaned baby boy
Oh how I made them turn their heads
The townie, brownie girls, they jumped for joy
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 pains I'd bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My drift-dream ditties I would sing
The water strider danced

In Delaware when I was younger
They thought St Andrew had sufficed
But in the Spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha I was Christ
You wicked wise men where you wonder
You Pharisees one day will pay
See my lightning, hear my thunder
I am truth I know the way
In Delaware when I was younger