Little Boy, Be A Man

It's way of the world, Carl.
Our fathers screw us up, we turn around and do the same thing to our kids.
The eternal cycle.
Until someone breaks it.
Little boy, be a man
That was pop's only plan
He never kissed me
Or sang 'Baby mine'
Sure, I'd have loved a hug
But hey, I came out just fine
And if I ever would cry
He'd smack the tear from out my eye
He told me 'Grow up, kid, You're no Peter Pan
Little boy, be a man'
But you want to do your kid better, right?
You got any kids, Carl?
I do not.
Then what the hell do you know about it?
I suppose your father was a prince.
Yeah. Of darkness.
Hah!
Little man, grow some balls
Oh, he did not.
He did, too. Every single morning.
That motto rang throughout the halls
True story.
On my tenth birthday he showed me a gun
Then took me to the cornfliefds
And said 'Okay ... run!'
His sense of humor was lame
Like father, like son.
Lucky for me, so was his aim
If he had sewn some needlepoint
That hung on the walls
It woulda said ' Little man, grow some balls'
Ballgames that he missed
Nights he came home pissed
Well I don't think about that any longer
No one in the bleachers
Fistfights with my teachers
I'm living proof what doesn't kill ya
Makes ya stronger!
So what do you say we set the kid straight, huh Frank?
Hey, the kid's doin' great, he's doin' fine.
You're sure about that?
Aw, you gotta let go, Carl.
You can't hang on forever.
Little man, little me
They come with no warranty
I tried to fix it
But who would've guessed
It's hard to say but father doesn't always know best
That is the truth
So Carl, when you have a kid
My ex said heaven forbid
Do as I say, not as I did
Like dad after dad after dad after dad
Since the whole mess began
You do the best that you can
Little boy, be a man