Hey little bruiser In no time you’ll be filling my boots You’re a cocksure rooster Who keeps all his chickens in the coop
Well I gotta say the apple don’t fall too far from the tree You got the good bits from your mother and the bad parts from me
Hey little bruiser Are you Ferdinand in a bullfight? Or a caveman on a computer Destroying everything in sight
Well I gotta say that the apple don’t fall too far from the tree You got the good bits from your mother and the bad parts from me
Let no man be your keeper They hide secrets in their eyes Where would we be without the dreamers Who pay no heed to good advice
Hey little bruiser You made it to the 12th round You can stand as my accuser If I let the good ship run aground
Well I gotta say the apple don’t fall too far from the tree you got the good bits from you mother and the bad parts from me
Let no man be your keeper They have secrets in their eyes Where would we be without the dreamers Who pay no heed to good advice Let no man be your keeper There are those who worship fear What would we be without the dreamers So when you wake up I am here