Walking on Saturday
Look out the window
I wish you could give me a break
A man in his jogging pants cutting the yellow grass
Holding my weekend at stake
Saturday morning when
I was still yawning
You're being the man about town
Without proper reason you're the makeshift policeman and you're taking the rookie crooks down
You're the centerpiece of our living space
And what are we supposed to revolve around when you're gone?
Hiding inside she asks
Am I allowed to be
Here when you're working out back
Oh for crying out load all my friends have gone out
And I wish you could cut me some slack
And the morning's story will also be told at night
And the thieves guns and car chases will by then have multiplied
You wanna know what your son has done so far?
He's had his hands in and out the cookie jar
But cleared the red tape like he knows a good boy should
And somehow stopped crying
I've popped a bonnet and I've also read some books And now I know how an alternator looks
And where the blueprints might faded there a role model was given.

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