Ripples in my soup´s got me dreaming
Ten pounds on the side, baby sitting nice
She´s twenty-five, she´s quite a sight
She lets me stay up ´til we see headlights
And sugar drops go the extra mile

When you´re the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah

Saturday night and I´m drinking
Some guy at the bar´s got me thinking I´m cross
Oh, I´m cross
Hold me back
Hold me back like I´m about to attack
Oh, I´m yours
And I´m fucking wild
I´m the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

And I feel like celebrating and they´re already decorating
Sticking on the other draft, no doubt
And the baby-boomer´s crying
´Cause his champagne flute is dying

Sticking on the other draft, out of shame

Taking all the toys off the counter
You´ve got something special about you
So come on, smile
You´re such a mess
How can you be sad when you´re simply the best?
Let´s run away
In your daddy´s car
I´m sick of singing ´bout my broken heart
I´m a rocket man
And I´m a juvenile
I´m the son of an only child
Oh, yeah
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah