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?"