SERGE'S SONG
What chance has a lonely
surfer boy
For the love of a
surfer chick,
With all these
Humbert Humbert cats
Coming on so big and sick?
For me, my baby was a woman,
For him she's just another
nymphet;
Why did they run around, why did she put me down,
And get me so upset?
Well, as long as she's gone away-yay,
I've had to find somebody new,
And the older
generation
Has taught me what to do --
I had a date last night with an eight-year-old,
And
she's a swinger just like me,
So you can find us any night up on the
football field,
In back of
P.S. 33 (oh, yeah),
And
it's as groovy as can be.
As sung by Serge of
The Paranoids. From
Thomas Pynchon's
The Crying of Lot 49.