Twelve years old and on the bus
Heading for the city
Got an itch for magic tricks
Time for nitty gritty
We heard about it from a guy
Who brought a whoopee cushion to school
Got Mr. Stephens after break
When he sat down on his stool
There’s a magic store down in New Haven
And we were going there
Didn’t tell Mom about the trip
Not sure if Dad would care
Just me and Kerry going
New Haven bound on the Grey Hound
Suburbs meet the city
Hope we get off at the right stop
Or things might not look too pretty
But we were cool, two Cheshire kids
Making the city scene
First time there on my own
Living the big boy dream
We strolled the streets and found the place
Was called the Wizard’s Layer
Behind the counter sat the owner
An old guy with white hair
Howdy gents, he greeted us
Just like we were grown up
Let me know if you need some help
But made no motion to get up
Handshake buzzers, dribble cups, flies in the bottom of glasses
Cigarette loads, card-mark codes
Nobody getting passes
I thought about some fake dog-doo
But figured I could make it
With clay we get near the swimming hole
Good enough to fake it
We loaded up on lots of stuff
I even bought a book
Tried some magic at the bus stop
With some guy who looked like a crook
Riding home we were riding high
This stuff will make us boss
And for those who never journey forth
Forever is their loss
Waipahu Bob 