Dylan
I used to have this little boy
And he loved my wild hair
But didn’t like at all my beard
So that made me confused
Without knowing what to do
I bought myself some more time
And decided I had to play dirty
Kicked one of my legs as high as I could
And grab my handgun and start to shoot
Things got really crazy out of control
I just want everything out, meaning,
Quite for a while, is that much to ask for...
Yeah, I guess not! The boy was back!
Dylan was his name. I laughed!
I used to have a kid called Dylan.
Everyone laughed!