Now wont you listen to the word wizard Watch him open up his gizzard Every secret he has hes only told the world so far Dont you think that boy would be embarrassed Find himself hassled or some what harassed Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to scars But when he comes home he brings me stories He made up especially for me A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh The choice is simple, I can scold him Give him a smile or simply hold him Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull Shovels it out there by the careful Hes so artless its almost artful as he as he strings them along Takes you down, gets you cryin Sets you high, gets you flyin Its not the truth but its not quite lying As he sings his song But when he comes home he brings me stories He made up especially for me A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh The choice is simple, I can scold him Give him a smile or simply hold him Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no
bit, scold, especially, little, simply