one
 two
 one, two, three, four
 Sorry, mama
 There are times I get carried away
 Please, don't worry
 Next time I'm home
 I'll still be the same
 And I know it's no fun
 When your first son
 Gets up to no good
 Starts freaking out the neighborhood
 Really, I'm fine
 There is no better, Got no job on the line
 Sincerely, don't worry
 Same old boy
That you hoped you would find
 And I know it's no fun
 When your first son
 Gets up to no good
 Starts freaking out the neighborhood
 waaaa!