“Superheroes In Flight”
Well,
I tell ya,
My boy,
Likes his toys,
(And he) likes to run in the nude,
He leaves his prints,
Everywhere he’s been,
Growing up, all too soon.
Well, I know I’m gonna miss,
His precious little kiss,
And the time watching him grow.
From his footsteps at night,
And superheroes in flight,
To the time he’s on his own.
Well,
I’ll tell ya,
My boy,
Is a bundle of joy,
And he likes to play pretend,
Pretending to fly,
He’ll fall and cry,
Daddy’s hand is there to lend.
And I know I’m gonna miss,
His tender little kiss,
And all I have known.
From little footsteps at night,
And superheroes in flight,
‘Til the time that he’s on his own.
Within his made-up words,
Love is heard,
His sleepless nights,
Not to fight,
Count all mild,
With a healthy little child.
Well,
I’ll tell ya,
My boy,
Makes a lot of noise,
And likes to play in the sun,
He likes water and sand,
And sings with the band,
He keeps me on the run.
And I know I’m gonna miss,
His precious little kiss,
And watching his life unfold,
From little footsteps at night,
And superheroes in flight,
‘till the time he’s on his own.