If you are a real good boy
And you say your prayers
Don't leave your toys
Laying on the stairs
You will grow up
Oh so strong and tall
You'll find out the value of lies
When the truth don't make no sense at all
You'll be all grown up
If you bite your tongue
Choose your friends well
It may mean the difference
Between the suburbs and hillbilly hell
You'll be all grown up
So go ahead and dream for now
Scratch your infant brain
Dig holes in the sandbox
Fill 'em up again
You will get drunk some night
Wonder where it went
You'll be all grown up
All grown up
All grown up
Oh oh oh
All grown up
All grown up
All grown up
All grown up
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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