My Son has grown
Sometimes he won’t stop moaning
But we sit and listen
Give advice when needed
And praise to make them see through the haze

He takes those first steps
On his walk of life
You can only hope
That the words of wisdom you have stated
Won’t get slated

It makes me feel old
I ache in the morning
The wife she won’t stop snoring
I look at the lump
Wonder if she fancies a?
Better not

My hair is thinning and turning to grey
Makes me look distinguished
Or so they say
I just feel really old and grey

The once rippled tum
Is no longer a six pack
It’s a one pack and only ripples when I walk
Just like jelly
So now I have a jelly belly

I think back to my teenage years
Full of myself and all those things that go with it
I trapped my sons ma and snapped her bra
I didn’t know what to do
And then came along you

But I wouldn’t change it for the world
We worked through all the hard times
And laughed through all the good times
Those magical moments of wonder and surprise

Now it’s your turn son
Go out there and have some fun
Just remember that sometimes you can’t always be number one