| Son I grant you the right to go forth into the world
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| But hear my words
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| Wherever you go electricity will be there
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| Do not give in to this evil my boy
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| Do so would be to betray your kin
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| I know you will do what is right
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| Make me proud my son
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| Amish boy became an amish man
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| Grew a beard and left his amish land
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| Walked for miles to the city lights
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| Where the future never looked so bright
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| Electricity in the air
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| And beardless faces everywhere
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| Amish boy in the grip of seduction
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| Electrical superstore with the price reduction
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| Electric beard trimmers in the bargain bin
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| It would be so easy he could fit right in
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| He picks one up but then he hears the sound
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| He puts it back and then he turns around
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| And he hears
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| Amish boy just changed his mind
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| Gonna use the power for the good of mankind
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| He’s not gonna shave his heritage away, no
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| He’ll buy a guitar and he’ll learn how to play
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| He’ll keep his beard and he’ll keep his pride
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| And you’ll hear him wailing into the night
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| Going, he’s going
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| Electricity nice and loud
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| And bearded faces in the crowd, yeah
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| Amish boy becomes an amish star
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| Travels home with his electric guitar
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| Will he be accepted by his congregation?
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| Will his father forgive his electrification?
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| Father says: «I don’t approve of what you’ve done
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| And I’m ashamed of what you’ve become
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| But with the beard like that you’ll always be my son
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| With the beard like that you’ll always be my son» |