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