Forty-one long summers ago I was blessed with a son
A gift sent from the heavens, he was the chosen one
He could have been a lawyer, he could have had it all
If only he had listened and applied himself at school
Now my son is older, he's a narcissistic punk
He is stubborn and rebellious, he's a glutton and a drunk
He's turned his back on Jesus and now Satan's in control
Causing manic depression and pollution of his soul
I got faith in God
I got faith in the wife
I got the Holy Bible to indoctrinate my mind
I got Uncle Arthur preaching chapter and verse
There is Methodism in my madness
And it's getting worse
I was deep in prayer one evening when my good wife said to me
The solution's in the holy book of Deuteronomy
Your son don't work or go to church, he's the living antichrist
We'll take him to the elders of the town, for sacrifice
Well, I laid to rest my son today, his soul's now with the lord
We've purged our lives of evil, my good wife has reassured
Your son was not a worthy man, he wouldn't see the light
And I will soundly sleep tonight in the knowledge she is right
And I'm alright
With God and the wife