Wild Child

I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit And his wizard's hat He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' A new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic soap And the way suicides don't need notes Then we spoke of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine I was speakin' to Phil who was given to pills And small racing cars He had given them up since his last crack-up Had carried him too far Then we spoke of movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse And the way life at times could get worse Then we spoke of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine Ah, she's a wild child And nobody can get at her She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street Oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home And then she asked you, please Hey, baby, can I have some spare change Oh, can I break your heart? She's a wild child, she's a wild child I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions How they made her ill But life is the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills But she'd come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke of Lorraine Ah, always back to Lorraine I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead By mutual friends He thought it was funny that I had no money To spend on him So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese And sang of our lives and our dreams And how things can come apart at the seams And we talk of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street Oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home And then she asked you, "please Oh, baby, can I have some spare change Now can I break your heart?" She's a wild child, she's a wild child I was talking to Betty about her auditions How they made her ill The life of the theater is certainly fraught with many spills and chills But she comes down after some wine which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes til we spoke of Lorraine It's always back to Lorraine I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead by a mutual friend He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese And sang of our lives and our dreams And how things can fall apart at the seams Then we spoke of Lorrain It's always back to Lorraine She's a wild child, she's a wild child Sleepin' out on the street Oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home And then she asked you, "please Oh, baby, can I have some spare change Now can I break your heart?"