Lyrics:My Parents' Son

by Greg Lee

Drivin' the nail with a smack of my bat Cheerin' the buzzer as it fries the gnats So I'm up in the tree-house and night's gettin' nearer I hear through my cup 'n' string Mama (dinner's done) I never knew any voice nearer or dearer Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son I cracked up the class with a wit what would sting The unsavory element crowned me its king The strip was a funhouse of havoc and Bacchus I scoffed at the pleas of my Mama (careful, son) And Pop got his watch back - the pawnshop was gracious Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son Some expert 'll say it's the way I was raised I don't think they know me too well My folks were the only ones kept me from falling to hell Now don't you believe that jury of my peers Y'see I thought that man in Vermont was a deer Five years in the big house made life a bit clearer Through the visitor's Plexiglas Mama (come home, son) And Pop bought my stuff back from some auctioneer Lucky to be my parents' son I'm my parents' son