Lyrics:

Mama said to me

We gotta have your life run right

Off you got to school

Where you can learn

The rules they write



Be just like your dabbling father

When it seems tradition

Never go astray and

Stay an honest loving son



Son of my father

Molded, I was folded

I was preform dried



Son of my father

Commanded, I was branded

In a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded

By statistic facts



Tried to keep me in but I

Jumped out of my skin in time

I saw through the lies

And read the alibi signs



So I left my home

I'm really on my own at last

Left the trodden path

And separated from the past



Son of my father

Changing, rearranging

Into someone new



Son of my father

Collecting and selecting

Independent views

Knowing and I'm showing

That a change is due



Son of my father

Molded, I was folded

I was preform dried



Son of my father

Commanded, I was branded

In a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded

By statistic facts