My toy chest is a fugitive
And now it’s on the run
We think it stole memories
And then sold them for a gun
Old brown teddy’s on the porch
Smoking a cigar without a care
His shoe button eyes speak wonders
Though he never bothers to share
Raggedy Ann’s all dressed in black
But she smiles through the pain
I’m sure inside that fabric cloth
Her tender heart did wane
That cymbal monkey plays no more
And just a day after the county fair
Perhaps if he did have songs to sing
They would lay the truth out bare
Trinkets and treasures, mine to hold
Have bore witness to an ill deed
But only one gave in to the gold
And committed this vile treachery
My toy chest is a fugitive
And now it’s on the run
Careful if you find it though
Cause now it’s got a gun