Proud of Your Boy

Proud of your boy, I'll make you proud of your boy

Believe me, bad as I've been, ma

You're in for a pleasant surprise

I've wasted time, I've wasted me

So say I'm slow for my age, a late bloomer

Okay, I agree

That I've been one rotten kid

Some son, some pride and some joy

But I'll get over these lousing up

Messing up, screwing up times

You'll see, ma, now comes the better part

Someone's gonna make good, cross his stupid heart

Make good and finally make you proud of your boy

Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer

You won't get a fight here, no, ma'am

Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good

But that couldn't be all that I am

Water flows under the bridge, let it pass, let it go

There's no good reason that you should believe me

Not yet, I know but

Someday, and soon, I'll make you proud of your boy

Though I can't make myself taller or smarter or handsome or wise

I'll do my best, what else can I do?

Since I wasn't born perfect like dad or you, mom, I will try to

Try hard to make you proud of your boy