Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Now won't you listen to the word wizard
Watch him open up his gizzard
Every secret he has he's only told the world so far
Don't you think that boy would be embarrassed
Find himself hassled or some what harassed
Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to scars
But when he comes home he brings me stories
He made up especially for me
A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh
The choice is simple, I can scold him
Give him a smile or simply hold him
Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no
Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull
Shovels it out there by the careful
He's so artless it's almost artful as he as he strings them along
Takes you down, gets you cryin
Sets you high, gets you flyin
It's not the truth but it's not quite lying
As he sings his song
But when he comes home he brings me stories
He made up especially for me
A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh
The choice is simple, I can scold him
Give him a smile or simply hold him
Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no