Hey Little Bruiser

Hey Little Bruiser
In no time you’ll be filling my boots
You’re a cocksure rooster
That keeps all his chickens in the coop
But I gotta say the apple don’t fall far from the tree
You got the good bits from your mother
And the bad parts from me
Hey little Bruiser
Are you Ferdinand in the bullfight
Or caveman with a computer
Destroying everything in sight
But I gotta say that the apple don’t fall far from the tree
You got the good bits from your mother
And the bad parts from me
Let no man be your keeper
They hide secrets in their eyes
Where would we be without the dreamers
That pay no heed to good advice
Hey little bruiser
You made it to the 12th round
You can stand as my accuser
If I let the good ship run aground
But I gotta say that the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
You got the good bits from your mama
And the bad parts from me
Let no man be your keeper
They hide secrets in their eyes
Where would we be without the dreamers
That pay not heed to good advice
Let no man be your keeper
There are those that worship fear
What would we be without the dreamers
So when you wake up I am here