Baby's got some new friends, yeah
They're the kind you can wind up
With a great big silver key
Prized possessions are tin-drum monkeys
And a collection of Stepford wives
Wind them up and he can hear them say:

What is that light shining
From behind his head
Is the The Chosen One
Or is he just standing in front of the sun

All his life he's been guru-chasing
Mountain climbing, deep soul diving
Stamp collecting, sea monkey raising
But he's never found his way through
To what I find so easy to do

What is that light shining
From behind his head
Is the The Chosen One
Or is he just standing in front of the sun

Baby's got some new friends, yeah
They're the kind you can wind up
With a great big silver key