Beginning of a Great Adventure
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
A little me to fill up with my thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
A way of saying life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away from school and tutor him myself
Keep him from the poison of the crowd
But then again, pristine isolation might not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
Beginning of a great adventure
Beginning of a great adventure
Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar
With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves
I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar
And if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
As long as I don't have to try too much
Beginning of a great adventure
Beginning of a great adventure
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom
That's a lot of names to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, Mo and Steve, La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and the Glob
I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
Hey, I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says, "Baby, it's the beginning of a great adventure
Babe, beginning of a great adventure, take a look"
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
Create in my own image, like a God
I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
Keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone, drooling on his shirt
Some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to
Something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says, "Lou, it's the beginning of a great adventure"
"Lou, Lou, Lou, beginning of a great adventure"
She says, "Babe, how you call your lover boy?"
"Sylvia, what do you call your lover man"?
A little me to fill up with my thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
A way of saying life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away from school and tutor him myself
Keep him from the poison of the crowd
But then again, pristine isolation might not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
Beginning of a great adventure
Beginning of a great adventure
Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar
With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves
I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar
And if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
As long as I don't have to try too much
Beginning of a great adventure
Beginning of a great adventure
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel, Bunny, Reg and Tom
That's a lot of names to try not to forget
Carrie, Marlon, Mo and Steve, La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and the Glob
I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
Hey, I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says, "Baby, it's the beginning of a great adventure
Babe, beginning of a great adventure, take a look"
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
Create in my own image, like a God
I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
Keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone, drooling on his shirt
Some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to
Something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says, "Lou, it's the beginning of a great adventure"
"Lou, Lou, Lou, beginning of a great adventure"
She says, "Babe, how you call your lover boy?"
"Sylvia, what do you call your lover man"?
Credits
Writer(s): Lou Reed, Michael Rathke
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Why Don't You Smile Now: Lou Reed at Pickwick Records 1964-65
- Open Invitation - Single
- Ghetto Ghosts (Live 1972)
- Gee Whiz, 1958-1964 - EP
- Words & Music, May 1965
- I'm So Free: The 1971 RCA Demos
- Men of Good Fortune - May 1965 Demo - Single
- Heroin - May 1965 Demo - Single
- I'm Waiting for the Man (May 1965 Demo)
- Live At Alice Tully Hall (January 27, 1973 - 2nd Show)
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