Ian Anderson - Son lyrics

Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get Expression and pa**ion. Ten days for watching the sunset; When I was your age amusement we made for ourselves "Permission to breathe sir". Don't talk like that, I'm your old man They'll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can You can't borrow that 'cause that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees I only feel what touches me And feel in touching I can see A better state to be in Who has the right To question what I might do In feeling I should touch the real And only things I feel It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised You're only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize And when you grow up, if you're good we will buy you a bike