My Pal, My Son is a one, I know he stay this way. From to blue jeans to who knows what, these years quickly away. He's too young to be alone at night, too old to be into bed. And he wipes his mouth with the of his hand, despite what his has said.
My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. All we have are of memories that we both can polish time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a he'll be mine. So take our precious, nuggets of memories, that we both can with time.
It's hard to when to lead him, and when to him alone. We have so time to show them the way, before off on their own. There are times try to show him, the way to get things done. But to him the right way is you see, when it comes, to fun.
My Pal, My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. All we have are nuggets of that we can polish with time. my Pal My Son, my little one, for a while be mine. So we'll our precious nuggets of memories, that we both can with time.
At times I so frightened, the time by so fast. Thank God we our memories, I hope forever last. I've taken his hand and him the path, the is his to make. Where is the that leads to his dreams, that's the path I hope take.
'Cause he's My Pal, My Son, my one, for a he'll be mine. All we are nuggets of memories we both can polish with time. He's my Pal My Son, my one, for a while be mine, so we'll take our precious, of memories, that we both can with, time.