Son

Oh, I feel sympathy Be grateful my son for what you get Expression and pa*sion 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 'Cos 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've only turned thirty So son, you'd better apologize And when you grow up If you're good we will buy you a bike