"Word to the Boy"

[BryanMaloney]

Your teachers tell me you're a joy
And a pleasure to have in school.
So, why is it when you open your mouth
You sound like such a fool.
How can a boy who's so darn smart
Manage to act so dumb?

You can't live life, my son, my son,
You can't live life, my son, my son,
No, you can't live life, my son, my son,
With a bucket on your head.

You're my first and I'd've guessed
You'd be blazin' the trail,
But every time you see success
It seems you try to fail.
How does a boy who thinks so much
Do so much without a thought?

You can't live life, my son, my son,
You can't live life, my son, my son,
No, you can't live life, my son, my son,
With a bucket on your head.

The things you do bring me despair
And I wonder how you'll turn out,
But then I remember a little thing
That steals away all my doubt.
The very words I say to you
Used to be said to me.

We can't live life, my son, my son,
We can't live life, my son, my son,
No, we can't live life, my son, my son,
With buckets on our heads.