Model Son

Who was on watch when they dropped the ball
When they took ‘em all down and they put ‘em in a bog
Lights go out, jacks roll in
Black water come down and they pull out the pins

Poor Little Johnny never grew up tall
Little baby Jane she never made it out at all
Not at all

Model Son
You’re the one
You know they’re gonna use you in reruns
You know they’re gonna use you in reruns

WooOOooOOooOOoo, WooOOooOOooOOoo

One made it out but he had no jaw
Couldn’t talk his way out of a run with the law
They tried to run him down but the child was flawed
He run ‘em right back to the big black bog

Little brother think he got the whole thing beat,
Knows all the angles and he’s fleet on his feet.
On his feet, on his feet, on his feet

Model Son,
You’re the one.
You know they wanna use you in reruns.
You know they only see you in reruns.
You know you got the power to rerun.
You’re the one they’re calling when they need to get things done.

WooOOooOOooOOoo, WooOOooOOooOOoo

Who was on watch when they dropped the ball
When they took ‘em all down and they put ‘em in a bog
Who was on watch when they dropped the ball,
When they took ‘em all down and they put ‘em in a bog

WooOOooOOooOOoo, WooOOooOOooOOoo