Scott Wittman - Little Boy, Be a Man lyrics

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