Son I grant you the right to go forth into the world
But hear my words
Wherever you go electricity will be there
Do not give in to this evil my boy
Do so would be to betray your kin
I know you will do what is right
Make me proud my son

Amish boy became an amish man
Grew a beard and left his amish land
Walked the miles to the city lights
Where the future never looked so bright
Electricity in the air
And beardless faces everywhere

Amish boy in the grip of seduction
Electrical superstore with the price reduction
Electric big trimmers in the bargain bin
It would be so easy he could fit right in
He picks one up but then he hears the sound
He puts it back and then he turns around
And he hears

Amish boy just has changed his mind
Gonna use the power for the good of mankind
He's not gonna shave his heritage away, no
He'll buy a guitar and he'll learn how to play
He'll keep his beard and he'll keep his pride
And you'll hear him into the night
Going, he's going
Electricity nice and loud
And bearded faces in the crowd, yeah

Amish boy [bad word] an amish star
Travels home with his electric guitar
Will he be accepted by his congregation?
Will his father forgive his electrification?
Father says: "I don't approve of what you've done
And I'm ashamed of what you've [bad word] But with the beard like that you'll always be my son
With the beard like that you'll always be my son, yeah"