They keep him down on the farm

Where he wanders around, screaming at the daisies

He doesn’t get into town much

But when he does the town goes crazy

He spends his rainy days painting pictures of the sun

In nice bright colors

They ought to keep him in a rubber room

Three squares a day and a plastic spoon

Junior’s going over the wall

He fell on his head, he had a great fall

And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men

Couldn’t put junior back together again

His teacher says he’s a fool, doesn’t belong here in school

He keeps disrupting the classroom

He doesn’t play well with the other children

Out on the playground

Junior’s going over the wall

And mama’s wondering who is going to pay for it all

And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men

Couldn’t put junior back together again

I heard a rumor; they say he’s down in Vegas

Making faces at all the slot machines

Some people say that he’s got no sense at all

But last time I saw him he had three cherries in a row

Junior’s going over the wall

He had a great summer ands a hell of a fall

And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men

Never saw hide nor hair of junior again