Poor Old Christopher Robin

baby stop crying, you've got to keep trying
or else you'll never learn
and nothing comes easy, and shortcuts are sleazy
you'll just have to wait your turn
I can't stop sneezing, my lungs always wheezing
I am the bubble boy
sore tummy rebelling, but pot helps my belly
green medicational toy

you've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing
put all your bad habits at bay
the glory in dying, the outbreak of crying
that swept all my fears away

do you still wonder what roof I'm living under
we ain't spoke in five years
and things are so different, you can't trust in cupid
he shot me and fucked me up bad
the photos and letters that make me feel sadder
than when you release me
so philip stop crying, you've got to keep trying
stay focused and easy

you've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing
put all your bad habits at bay
the glory in dying, the outbreak of crying
that swept all my fears away