Golden Boy

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Written October 10, 2010

Jack Roy was a Golden Boy
All sparkling teeth and dashing smile 
Fancy clothes and shiny boots 
A horse and four to call his own

He romped his nights away
At the delightful town of Row-dee-doo-ray
He charmed the socks off the gentlemen
And the ladies scarce knew where their garters lay

Oh what a charming dude he was,
the Golden Boy called Jack Roy

A stately mansion of Grecian art
Crowded with the desires of the human heart
Where finest champagne from toilet bowls
Of the finest ceramic flowed.

Hunting, Hounding, Haunting, Hustling
Reality TV, Shopping and Cuisine
A whole room devoted to channel surfing
At the house of the Golden Roy

In Jack Roy's house was room for all
From the whore to the White House crew

Golden Boy was a household name
With a movie, show, and an album to boot.
A brand new language and a Toyota car
All in his Golden name

Lifestyle guru and Party King
The nation worshiped his Golden feet
Jack Roy was a Golden Boy
What more could he need??

But one day he met a quirky gal
Her heart was harder than stone
Emerald eyes and ruby red hair
Mayletta Lou, and was she fair?

She made all the gentlemen look
And personally flirted with the cook
But for all his campaigning and champagning
Blood, sweat and tears
That petticoat, she wasn't one to kneel...
For poor dear darling Golden Boy

He wandered the paths of his Grecian garden
Golden Boy, his Golden Heart broke
All his dreams did she invade
That quirky lil gal, Mayletta Lou

The parties in the big white house, never quite as loud, never quite as gay
The karaoke shows and discos all, they just seemed to fade away
The Master pined away in grief
The skies grew darker, of light not a single ray

Jack Roy called for his horse
Put up in the class'fieds his lovely house
Told his help he was going away
Whither he knew not, to seek that girl May

He set off on his lastest hunt
The Hunt for Love, I wished him luck
He bowed his head, his jaw was set
The carriage he'd sold and the horses were rent

An unmade man, that Jack Roy
The last I heard, in a chalet by the sea
Governed night and day by Lady Lou
The Golden Boy, so full of joy

I wished him luck, that Jack Roy

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