[Raised by wolves until the age of two, my closest childhood friends and confidants were my 2 pet turtles, Venus and Serena]
Son:
Father, father I have sinned
I dunno where to begin
Give me words of advice
I'll save em up for a clear day.
Father:
Keep your eye upon the ball
Write your thoughts upon the wall
There's some words advice
Save em up for a clear day.
Venus and Serena understand.
Flushing meadows down the stream
Living life as though it's a dream
Eat the future today
Don't save it up for a rainy day
Holy bombs make holy holes
Holy holes make homeless moles
Take the turtle and hair
Don't run around when you can walk there
Venus and Serena understand
Son:
Father, Father, Father,
Can't you see?
I'm a walking tragedy
Father, father, father
When I look to the past
I never realised that it wouldn't last
Venus and Serena understand
Father:
I've one final thing to say:
I'm not your father anyway
Found you under a stone
Left outside by the wolves one day