Used to believe in Jesus
But I don't anymore
Is it booze or rouge
That makes his cheeks so red
Used to hope for a perfect lover
But I won't anymore
At thirty I've finally got a few things
straight in my head
And my little son is three today
Bounced him on my knee today
We swam like fishes in the sea today
At school I ran the 120 lows
And I never won once
Ran the hundred a lot
Put the shot
But never placed
My All-American halfback daddy
nearly dropped his load
When I stumbled off the football field
in disgrace
But my little son is three today
Bounced him on my knee today
We threw our blue frisbee today
I've been knockin' around
this earthquake town for two years now
Breaking my neck
for a ninety dollar check in the mail
Breathing the smog
Putting on the dawg
Playing my fingers raw
But there's a ship out there somewhere
with my money on its sail
And my little son is three today
Bounced him on my knee today
He told me he loved me today
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