Mama said to me

we gotta have

your life run right

off you go to school

where you can learn

the rules there right

Be just like your

dabbling father when

it seems tradition

never go astray and

stay an honest, loving son

Son of my father

moulded, I was folded

I was free from draft

Son of my father

commanded, I was

planted in a plastic craft

surrounded and confounded

by statistic facts

Tried to lift me in

but I jumped out

of my skin in time

I saw through their lies

and read the alibi signs

So, I left my home

I'm really on my own at last

left the wrong path

and separated from the past

Son of my father

changing, rearranging

into someone new

Son of my father

collecting and selecting

independent views

knowin' and I'm showin'

that a change is due

Son of my father

moulded, I was folded

I was free from draft

Son of my father

commanded, I was

planted in a plastic craft

surrounded and confounded

by statistic facts