To make my father proud 
To make my mother smile 
I need not conquer worlds or fame, 
Not set the pace for style 
If I can follow through 
on what they gave me as my tools, 
I'll find a way to sail my course 
Avoiding ships of fools 

If I [bad word] up number one 
I'll stand not well apart 
As one for numbered numbers 
When knowing in my heart 
I've done all to be done 
To always do my best 
By listening to me, myself 
So he can do or else 

(Of [bad word]  
Shall follow the feel of constant care) 

In my eleventh hour 
I'll be a man the way 
To face whatever 
falls my way 
Prepared that are a shame 
To just be called a part of God 
For which I have been named 
man and a woman's youngest son 
while growing, still a child 
And that will make my father proud 
And make my mother smile...