Well they broke your toys this morning Henry Rode your Ford right into dust Surrounded you with strangers who you could not trust And then they had the gall To write your name up on the girl’s room wall And send you out to Maria who spoke of babies and all And she wanted to shoot your joy Well it’s a hard world when you’re the new kid in town Ain’t it Henry Boy? Well now the North side is for diamond studded women Subtly selling their wares And the West side is for debutantes and would be millionaires The East side is for lost boys who know their moves too well The South side that’s for gamblers Henry The train stops once for hell It’s a hard world when you’re forced to live out on Broadway But Henry I think you’re gonna like it well And now the constellation she points to Gate Eleven Man that’s where you got your connections Whoa let me take a look inside my magic book I don’t think You’re beyond my inventions Whoa let me take a look inside my magic book I don’t think you’re beyond my inventions These doctor’s appendages I’m giving you for wings I’m sure they’ll meet the occasion I’m gonna mix you some magic you’ll be spittin’ sparks And ready for the invasion ’Cause now the Milky Way’s a trip for dipper Who saw you coming a mile away In the amusement park you’ll get clipped by rippers Hiding behind candy canes In the alley you’re gonna get ripped by strippers all who know your name In the stalls stand out the soldier-boy kissers On leave for just a day And Henry he can’t take it he’s gonna be a submariner Riding underground for the Pope Stands on the corner Broadway and 42nd and screams "Up ’scope" FINAL: