Little Boy, Be A Man

It's way of the world, Carl.

Our fathers screw us up, we turn around and do the same thing to our kids.

The eternal cycle.

Until someone breaks it.

Little boy, be a man

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 if 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"

But you want to do your kid better, right?

You got any kids, Carl?

I do not.

Then what the hell do you know about it?

I suppose your father was a prince.

Yeah. Of darkness.

Hah!

Little man, grow some balls

Oh, he did not.

He did, too. Every single morning.

That motto rang throughout the halls

True story.

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

Like father, like son.

Lucky for me, so 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

Fistfights with my teachers

I'm living proof what doesn't kill ya

Makes ya stronger!

So what do you say we set the kid straight, huh Frank?

Hey, the kid's doin' great, he's doin' fine.

You're sure about that?

Aw, you gotta let go, Carl.

You can't hang on forever.

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

That is the truth

So Carl, when you have a kid

My ex said heaven forbid

Do as I say, not as I did

Like dad after dad after dad after dad

Since the whole mess began

You do the best that you can

Little boy, be a man