| Here he comes, mother’s pride
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| With the first ever satchel she bought him swinging by his side
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| Here he comes, mother’s pride
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| With a headful of 'Get your laces tied' and 'Woe betide'
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| With a year’s supply of sandwiches and fairy cakes
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| That she provides for him to eat at dinner breaks
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| It’s no surprise at all, at all the friends he makes
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| His stomach aches (He's mother’s pride)
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| He’s presentable, well looked after
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| He’s domestically disastrous
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| He’s adorable;
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| Mother’s pride
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| Here he comes, father’s pride
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| With a head filled up with devil dogs and genocide
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| Here he comes, father’s pride
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| He’s showing all the kids his tickets for ringside
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| He’ll always roam the yard looking for a fight
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| He’ll pick on all the kids who’re twice his height
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| He’s the reason dinner ladies toss and turn at night
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| Teacher’s blight (Father's pride)
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| He’s the image of his dad
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| Mickey Mouse meets Jack the Lad
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| He’s never sad;
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| Father’s pride
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| Here he comes, mother’s pride
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| Here he comes, father’s pride
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| Here he comes, mother’s pride
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| Father’s pride…
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| His mother’s pride… |