FRANK SR:
Little boy, be a man
Yeah, that was pop\'s only plan
He never kissed me
Or sang \"Baby mine\"
Sure, I\'d have loved a hug
But hey, I came out just fine

And I ever would cry
He\'d smack the tear from out my eye
He told me \"Grow up, kid,
You\'re no Peter Pan.
Little boy, be a man\".

HANRATTY:
Little man, grow some balls
That motto rang
Throught the halls
On my tenth birthday
He showed me a gun
Then took me to the cornfliefds
And said \"Okay [bad word] \"

His sense of humor was lame
Lucky for me, sa was his aim!
If he had sewn some needlepoint
That hung on the walls
It woulda said \"Little man,
Grow some balls\".

BOTH:
Ballgames that he missed
Nights he came home [bad word] Well I don\'t think about
That any longer

HANRATTY:
No one in the bleachers

FRANK SR:
Fistfights with my teachers

BOTH:
I\'m living proof what
Doesn\'t kill ya
Makes ya stronger!

FRANK SR:
Little man, little me [bad word] with no warranty
I tried to fix it
But who would\'ve guessed
It\'s hard to say but father ...

BOTH:
... Doesn\'t always know best

FRANK SR:
So Carl, when you have a kid

HANRATTY:
My ex said heaven forbid

FRANK SR:
Do as I say, not as I did

BOTH:
Like dad after dad after
dad after dad
Since the whole mess began

FRANK SR:
You do the best that you can

HANRATTY:
Little boy, be a man