I have a son who’s far from well,
To put him right only time will tell,
He lives in a world of imagination,
In his mind is a great creation,
He really believes what he tells you himself,
And after a while it goes on the shelf.
The something else will come along,
It’s right until it all goes wrong,
What makes my boy the way he is,
My mind’s in a whirl oh my gee whiz,
I don’t know how much more I can take,
From a son who is a great big fake.
And yet on the other side there is charm,
He’ll help you whatever with quite an alarm,
No one must hurt him or stand in his way,
Or if they do there’s all hell to pay,
Lord touch my son take him under your wing,
So that I may rejoice and sing.