son of an only child

ripples in my soup's got me dreaming

ten pounds on the side

baby sitting nice

she's twenty-five

she's quite a sight

she lets me stay up 'til we see headlights

and sugar drops go the extra mile

when you're the son of an only child

yea-ea-ea-eah

saturday night and i'm drinking

some guy at the bar's got me thinking i'm cross

oh

i'm cross

hold me back

hold me back like i'm about to attack

oh

i'm yours

and i'm fucking wild

i'm the son of an only child

yea-ea-ea-eah

yea-ea-ea-eah

and i feel like celebrating and they're already decorating

sticking on the other draft

no doubt

and the baby-boomer's crying

'cause his champagne flute is dying

sticking on the other draft

out of shame

taking all the toys off the counter

you've got something special about you

so come on

smile

you're such a mess

how can you be sad when you're simply the best?

let's run away

in your daddy's car

i'm sick of singing 'bout my broken heart

i'm a rocket man

and i'm a juvenile

i'm the son of an only child

oh

yeah

yea-ea-ea-eah

yea-ea-ea-eah