The Adult in me says:
You've gotta pull yourself up by the bootstraps, Boy.
You've gotta hold your head up high, Boy.
Boy...? Ya hear what I'm talkin' about, Boy?
You've gotta get your act together, Boy.
I said, ya gotta pull yourself up by the bootstraps, Boy.
Can't ya see what I'm talkin' about, Boy?
Look in front of you, Boy
You've gotta get your hair cut, Boy.
We've gotta get you a job.
Can't you hear me, Boy?
The Child in me replies:
We'll see the light...
You won't have to loose your might.
It'll slip on through...
It'll slip on through you.