What happened to your son’s not going to be like me
What happened to him being better than me
Now it’s a quarter to three
And you’re still yelling and screaming
At your prodigy
Better than me he never will
Better than me you’d have to kill
Better than me write in your will
To be better than me you’re going to need a pill
What happened to a son like you
Someone to answer to you
A kid blinded to a fool
Better than me?
Who had a clue.

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