What Gives My Son? Lyrics - Singles - Ned's Atomic Dustbin

Far be it for me to say you're loose son 

Far be it for me to say you're no one 

I've heard your excuse, I've heard your excuse 

I've heard your excuses, every one 

You don't know what's going 

You don't know what's going 

You don't know what's going on my son 

Far be it for me to say you're brain dead 

It might help if you get your ass out of bed 

It twists me inside to see your girlfriend's backside 

She get tongue-tied and run 

You don't know what's going 

You don't know what's going 

You don't know what's going on my son 

My son, my son 

You're my son 

You're my son 

I'm older than you 

You can't be a man too 

Your hair's too long 

Get out of my home 

Get out of my home 

Papa, growing old 

You're growing cold 

I said growing old 

You're growing cold 

You went too far 

You crashed my car 

You crashed my car 

You crashed my car 

I'm in a rage 

Get off of that stage 

Get off of that stage 

Okay, okay