The silver spoon's in the mouth Baby clothes are baby-blue Nothing's ever handed down Everything's brand new Newspaper notices heralding that great event Daddy's buddies send the flowers Mother's friends have baby showers Welcoming that Heaven sent That first born son is always the one The first to be called and the last to come He's his mother's favorite, his grandmother's too He'll break their hearts and he'll break yours too For he's the first to creep and the first to crawl The first to walk and the first to fall Every bruise is kissed, every cry is heard Every doubt's cast out with a soothing word 'Cause he's that first born son, he's that special one No matter what comes next, no matter what comes along Be it another boy or a sweet baby girl The family's the oyster and he is the pearl Some of them make it, some of them don't Some of them can't, others won't grow up In the bible of old, according to Exodus Every first born son of a Jew got axed But the one who survived with the help of God's hand Led his people to the promised land Yes he's that first born son, he's that son of a gun Just hates to walk, just loves to run He loves to run as fast as he can With life held tight in the palm of his handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
