My boy
He sits all day quoting Napoleon Dynamite
My boy
He'll rock to Flyleaf, but not to Skillet
My boy
He can't talk face to face
But chats for hours on the phone
My boy

My boy
He'll wear a suit, but not a tie
My boy
He's a gun-toting mountaineer
My boy
He's a black belt in karate
But wouldn't hurt a fly
My boy

My boy
He always rushes to love
And straight into heartbreak
He gives great advice
Although I don't always take it
He sings like an angel
And he's not afraid to show it
He'll play X-box till the break of dawn
Then sleep the day away

My boy
He'll spend hours on the beach
Finding shells for his sisters
My boy
He'll love me till the end of time
Even when I break his heart
My boy