Yellow Leaves

You surely are a truly gifted kid
But you're only good as
The last great thing you did
And where've you been since then
Did the schedule get you down
I hear you've got a new girlfriend
How's the wife taking it?

If it's uphill all the way
You should be used to it by now
You must know me, Father it's your son
And I know that you are proud
Of everything I've done
But it's the wonders I perform
Pulling rabbits out of hats
When sometimes I'd prefer
Simply to wear them

If it's uphill all the way
You should be used to it and say
My back is broad enough sir
To take the strain and it's

Hello mother, it's your son
And aren't you proud, of all I've done
But I'm turkey hungry, I'm chicken free
And I can't break dance on your knee
But it's "stay right there son, baby do"
While I is itchin' for something new
So watch me Hawk eye, understand
The force of will, the sleight of hand
Movin' the river
I'm turkey hungry, I'm chicken free
And I can't break dance on your knee
Movin' the river
Bucket by spoon
And do you think that they'll like me
When they learn what I do

Movin' the river
Money for jam
But it takes such an effort
To stay where I am