My Little Basquiat lyrics

My little boy on the kitchen floor

(my little Basquiat)

Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs

(my little Basquiat)

Colours leaping all over the mat

(my little Basquiat)

The kitchen floor is where it’s at

for my little Basquiat

One day he’ll be golden, maybe chosen

Perhaps to lead

One day he’ll be shaken, maybe taken

Perhaps to bleed

My big girl swinging from the bars

(my little Comaneci)

Fist of stone flying about the yard

(my little Comaneci)

Halfway up is halfway down

(my little Comaneci)

Or maybe it’s the other way around

for my little Comaneci

One day she’ll be moonlight, maybe too bright

Perhaps to shine

One day she’ll be found out, maybe ground out

Perhaps she’ll cry

My little girl on her mother’s lap

(my little Panchen Llama)

Sucking on her fingers surveying the road map

(my little Panchen Llama)

Seems to be the only one around

(my little Panchen Llama)

That sees the red lights at the end of town

my little Panchen Llama

One day they’ll be older, maybe bolder

Perhaps than me

One day they’ll be rising, maybe living

Perhaps in peace

One day they’ll be older, maybe bolder

Perhaps than me

One day they’ll be rising, maybe living

Perhaps in peace

• Artist:Cowboy Junkies