Electric Son (op-2) Lyrics

That's my son

Wouldn't touch a gun

Wouldn't hurt a fly

Not afraid to cry

My job is done

What a son!

That's my boy

Hope he doesn't change

Well let him be different

But still the same

He won't need Freud

Not this boy!

Up, up he goes

Like a tree grows and grows

And in the wind

Swings to and fro

To and fro

To and fro

Now he's a man

But it's a disguise

He's still a baby in his mama's eyes

There's nothing bigger than

A little man

Up, up he goes

Like a tree grows and grows

And in the wind

Swings to and fro

To and fro

To and fro

Up, up he goes

Like a tree grows and grows

And in the wind

Swings to and fro

To and fro

To and fro

That's my son

He wouldn't touch a gun

Now I'm a lucky one

Yo that's my son

I'm a lucky one