Ripples in my soup's got me dreaming Ten pounds on the side, baby's sitting nice She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight She lets me stay up till will see headlights Oh, sugar drops, go the extra mile When you're the son of an only child, yeah
Saturday night and I'm drinking Some guy and the bar's got me thinking I'm cross Oh, I'm cross Hold me back Hold me back like I'm about to attack Oh, I'm yours And I'm fucking wild I'm the son of an only child, yeah, yeah
And I feel like celebrating And they're only decorating Sticking on the other draft, no doubt And the baby-boomer's crying, 'Cause it's Champagne till they die, yeah Stick it on the other side, out of shame
Taking all the toys off the counter You've got something special about you, you hide So come on, smile You're such a mess How can you be sad when you're simply the best? Let's run away In your daddy's car I'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart I'm a rocket man And I'm a juvenile I'm the son of an only child, oh, yeah
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