Such a fine boy

What a forward-thinking young man

We should send him to school

Maybe in New England

He'll be the apple of our eye

We'll buy him a new tie

Dress him up and comb his hair

New England, lying on the sofa

Like a loaf of bread

Eyes glazing over

Television—imitation life

He's not wondering, not wondering a thing

But see this is how the thing goes

He should praise his heart instead

He should open up the windows

Dump the newsman on his head

He'll be singin' hallelujah

Hе'll come beckoning the sky

Hе'll have learned to make some choices

He'll have fortified the why

And that little small voice, tucked inside the ear

Will be talking up a big noise

Talking up some good cheer

Talking up a big noise

Talking up some good cheer

When he was only days in this world

We started him on Japanese

Don't you know that’s the wave of the future

We played him tapes of Mozart in his sleep

New England, leaves spiral downward

Kamikaze jets--always heading ground-ward

Now it's silence

Leaves pile on

Smothering--smothering the whole world

But see this is how the thing goes

We should praise his heart instead

He should open up the windows

Dump a kamikaze on his head

We'll be singin' hallelujah

We'll come beckoning the sky

We'll have learned to make some choices

We'll have fortified the why

And that little small voice, tucked inside the ear

Will be talking up a big noise

Talking up some good cheer

Talking up a big noise

Talking up some good cheer