I wouldn't be who I am I wouldn't be who I am, without you I wouldn't sing the way I sing, without you You fill my eyes up with color And you'll always be my mother I wouldn't be the son that I am Without a father who showed me I can Face all the bullies

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Have

Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do When they come for you You chuck it on that one You chuck it on this one You chuck it on your mother and You chuck it on your father You chuck it on your brother and You chuck it on your sister

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair I do declare! The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair, Her mother and her father, lordy, They sure don't, sure don't allow me there. Well i, I'm goin? back to my baby, lord i, I swear I

Give me that old time Old time lovin' Old time lovin', yeah, yeah It was good they know Mother and father, yeah If that makes the no It's alright for me What I need is that old time, yeah Old time feeling

Does anyone care? Doo doo doo do, doo doo doo do And we didn't give a damn 'Cause we were raised My mother, my mother she'd hold me Did she hold me, when I was out there My father, my father, he liked me Oh he liked me, does anyone care? Understand the

The American dream on a shoestring, Give a good push just like a Brady, Too soon to be a mother and father, But too late for the alma mater, Babies makin' babies Say you'll love 'em 'till your eighty, Yeah it's always in the water First you grow it then