Song Description
The prospect of "growing up" together for a father and his new baby son
| Song Length |
4:16 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Joyful, On Cloud Nine |
Subject |
Love for Child, Joy |
Lyrics
LITTLE MAN
You sure ask a lot of questions
Like a miniature Alex Trebec
Maybe they're answers in question form
Sometimes they're a pain in the neck
But even if you try my patience
I try not to show it
Cause Daddy loves his little man
And you should always know it
Little Man
You and me, me and you
Little Man
We've got some growin' up to do
What if I knew everything?
I mean, suppose I actually did?
I'd be puttin' on airs apparently
And I'd have the world's smartest kid
We'd be cooler than Eskimos
You and me and our giant brains
But you got a daddy that barely knows
To come inside when it rains
Little Man
You and me, me and you
Little Man
We've got some growin' up to do
I could explain History
But my facts would be fictitious
Tell you all about Religion
But I'm way too superstitious
I could wax philosophical
But gettin' waxed makes me so repititious
I could explain your mother. . .
But we don't want to make her suspicious, Little Man
I sure do a lot of wonderin'
About what kind of father I'll be
If when you see me stumblin'
You won't want to bother with me
So let's stay right here Little Man
You keep askin' "Why"?
I might make one or two things up
But I won't ever lie
Little Man
You and me, me and you
Little Man
We've got some growin' up to do
© CURLING SMOKE MUSIC/NO NEVER MIND MUSIC (BMI