Ripples in my soups got me dreamin' Ten pounds on the side, baby, sittin' down She's twenty-five, she's quite a sight She lets me stay up till we see headlights Sugar drops go the extra mile When you're the son of a lonely child Saturday night and I'm drinkin' Some guy at the bar's got me thinkin' I'm crossed Oh, I'm crossed, hold me back Hold me back like I'm about to attack Oh, I'm young and I'm fuckin' wild I'm the son of a lonely child And I feel like celebratin' And decorate, decoratin' Stick it on the overdrive, no doubt And the baby boomer's cryin' This is champagne, fluid and dry Stick it on the overdrive, I say Takin' all the toys off the counter You've got something special about you, you have So come on, smile, you're such a mess How can you be sad when you're simply the best Let's run away in your daddy's car I'm sick of singin' bout my broken heart I'm a rockin' man and I'm a juvenile I'm the son of a lonely child I'm the son of a lonely child
