Lyrics

The ISLE of MISFIT TOYS

I?ve run hard looking for
The Isle of Misfit Toys.
It?s a place fallen from grace
Where men can live like boys.
There you?ll find the left behind--
Tin soldiers, Apaches and Cowboys.

Where polka-dotted harlequins
Drop by and wait for teatime,
Gazing through the marmalade
Windows by the seaside.
Out towards the mainland
With its stables to decoy
Stick horses crippled by
The edema of yesterday?s joy.


I?ve run hard looking for
The Isle of Misfit Toys.
Flattened balls and armless dolls
And broken little cars,
Long lost friends of hollow men
With chests cracked open by guitars.