My Old Man

When I was a young boy in Brooklyn, going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground, they lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed, and Russo, I still remember the names
And stick-ball and stoop-ball were the only games that we played

And I wanted to be like my old man
I, I wanted to grow up to be like my old man
I, I wanted to be like my old man

I wanted to dress like, I wanted to be just like
I wanted to act like my old man
I wanted to be like, I wanted to act like
I wanted to be just like my old man

And then, like everyone else, I started to grow
And I didn't want to be like my father anymore
I was sick of his bullying, and having to hide under a desk on the floor
And when he beat my mother, it made me so mad that I could choke

And I didn't want to be like my old man
I, I didn't even want to look like my old man
I didn't even want to seem like my old man

A son watches his father, being cruel to his mother
And makes a vow to return only when
He is so much richer, in every way, so much bigger
That the old man will never hit anyone again

Like my old man (just like my old man)
Like my old man
Like my old man (just like my old man)
Like my old man
And can you believe what he said to me
He said, "Lou, act just like a man" (walk like a man)
Why don't you act just like a man?
Act like your daddy, act like a man (just like my old man)
Oh, why don't you act just like a man?
Like your old man

(walk like a man)
(Just like my old man)
(Just like my old man)
(Just like my old man)