When you little You wanna be big You wanna walk up in your daddy's shoes Put some tissue by your toes So nobody knows That they're your daddys And they big I woke up On a Monday Remembered I had a dream That maybe someday You'd call And ask me Did I learn my lesson And am I ready to sign A written confession You were told That you would cry When I pack up all my things And finally say good bye That's it I'm done My cup is running over Story telling mother fuckers Composure