Little Boy, Be a Man

FRANK SR:
 Little boy, be a man
 Yeah, 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 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".
 Little man, grow some balls
 That motto rang
 Throught the halls
 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
 Lucky for me, sa 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 p**sed
 Well I don't think about
 That any longer
 No one in the bleachers
 FRANK SR:
 Fistfights with my teachers
 I'm living proof what
 Doesn't kill ya
 Makes ya stronger!
 FRANK SR:
 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
 FRANK SR:
 So Carl, when you have a kid
 My ex said heaven forbid
 FRANK SR:
 Do as I say, not as I did
 Like dad after dad after
 dad after dad
 Since the whole mess began
 FRANK SR:
 You do the best that you can
 Little boy, be a man