There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,
he's a handsome lad, that's my boy.
P-r-l-f-q, spells mom and dad.
Well, that ain't too bad, 'cause that's my boy.
You can have your T.V. and your night clubs.
You can have your drive in picture shows.
I'll sit here and drink a beer and listen to the radio,
bidin' my time and watchin' Scotty grow.
Makin' castles out of building blocks,
and a cardboard box, that's my boy.
Mickey Mouse says it's thirteen o'clock.
Well, that's quite a shock, but that's my boy.
In four short years I've grown from rags to riches.
What I did before that, I don't know?
Let it rain on my windowpane, I got my own rainbow.
And we're sittin' here shinin', watchin' Scotty grow.
Up on daddy's shoulders and off to bed,
old sleepyhead, that's my boy.
Gotta have a drink of water and a story read,
and a teddy bear named Fred, that's my boy.
What's that you say, momma, come on and keep your feet warm.
Well, save a place, I'll be in in a minute or so.
I think I'll stay right here and say a little pray'r before I go.
Me and God are watchin' Scotty grow.
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