FRANK SR:
Little boy, be a man
Yeah, that was pop's only plan
He never kissed me
Or sang "Baby mine"
Sure, I'd have loved a hug
But hey, I came out just fine
And I ever would cry
He'd smack the tear from out my eye
He told me "Grow up, kid
You're no Peter Pan
Little boy, be a man"
Little man, grow some balls
That motto rang
Throught the halls
On my tenth birthday
He showed me a gun
Then took me to the cornfliefds
And said "Okay ... run!"
His sense of humor was lame
Lucky for me, sa was his aim!
If he had sewn some needlepoint
That hung on the walls
It woulda said "Little man
Grow some balls"
Ballgames that he missed
Nights he came home pissed
Well I don't think about
That any longer
No one in the bleachers
FRANK SR:
Fistfights with my teachers
I'm living proof what
Doesn't k** ya
Makes ya stronger!
FRANK SR:
Little man, little me
They come with no warranty
I tried to fix it
But who would've guessed
It's hard to say but father ...
... Doesn't always know best
FRANK SR:
So Carl, when you have a kid
My ex said heaven forbid
FRANK SR:
Do as I say, not as I did
Like dad after dad after
Dad after dad
Since the whole mess began
FRANK SR:
You do the best that you can
Little boy, be a man