Son of an Only Child

Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming

Ten pounds on the side,

Baby sitting in darkness

She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight

She leaves misty 'til we see the lights

And sugar drops

Go the extra mile

When you're the son of an only child

Yea-ea-ea-eah

Saturday night and I'm drinking

Some guy and the bar's got me thinking I'm cross

Oh, I'm cross

Hold me back

Hold me back like I'm about to attack

Oh, I'm yours

And I'm ****ing wild

I'm the son of an only child

Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

And I feel like celebrating

And they're only decorating

Sticking on the other draft, no doubt

And the baby-boomer's crying,

'cause it's champaign fluing and dying

Sticking on the other draft, out of shame

Taking all the toys off the counter

You've got something special about you

So come on, smile

You're such a mess

How can you be sad when you're simply the best?

Let's run away

In your daddy's car

I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart

I'm a rocket man

And I want you but now

I'm the son of an only child

Oh, yeah

Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah