Electric Son (op-1 mix)

That's my son
Wouldn't touch a gun
Wouldn't hurt a fly
Not afraid to cry
My job is done
What a son!

That's my boy
Hope he doesn't change
Well let him be different
But still the same
He won't need Freud
Not this boy!

Up, up he goes
Like a tree grows and grows
And in the wind
Swings to and fro
To and fro
To and fro

Now he's a man
But it's a disguise
He's still a baby in his mama's eyes
There's nothing bigger than
A little man

Up, up he goes
Like a tree grows and grows
And in the wind
Swings to and fro
To and fro
To and fro

Up, up he goes
Like a tree grows and grows
And in the wind
Swings to and fro
To and fro
To and fro

That's my son
Wouldn't touch a gun
Wouldn't hurt a fly
Not afraid to cry
I'm a lucky one
My job is done
Yo that's my son

He's not afraid to cry



Credits
Writer(s): Suzanne Callahan
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