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!