When I was young my father taught me not to gloat
If I came home too proud of myself I get wrestled to the floor and choked
But I forgive him for that
He was an eighth grade drop out and I was being a brat
I forgive him, I do
I know that he loves me and he knows I love him too
When I was young my father told me, to each his own
The lady said as she kissed the cow
Some like the fiddle, some like the trombone
And I live by that rule
Your trip is your trip and my trip is my trip too
Yeah, I'll mind my own business
I'll have an O'Douls and my friend here will have a Guinness
I love my dad
I love my dad
I love my dad
I love my dad
Your kid goes to the private Berkeley school with one black kid
My kid goes to the public school, came home with cracked ribs
And when my kid's eighteen
He'll be out there like I was and probably chasing his dreams
And when your kid's twenty-two
young
wrestling
twenty
wrestled
tyson
trombone
while
those
teacher
still
watch
something
sears
taught
ricky
quicker
trying
punches
proud
probably
practice
perfect
patience
night
myself
matches
respect
lessons
winter
learned
kissed
saint
crying
cause
there
short
shoot
school
cracked
learn
equally
people
brown
brought
could
gossip
anywhere
album
business
guitar
choked
basement
after
beauty
cline
black
moved
going
spain
berkeley
being
friend
different
played
fiddle
dinner
kindergarten
ditches
private
dreams
edgar
eighteen
albino
eighth
loves
father
neighbour
flick
knows
floor
public
pretty
grade
forgive
shoulder
chasing
better
getting
gloat
gotta
guinness
billy
handicapped
internship
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