FILE DATE: June 02, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED
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Source Link: Watch on YouTube Channel: Roboto San
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@PotatoOfLife You really aren’t very much like your dad, which made Harry Chapin’s Cat’s in the Cradle seem inappropriate. So we wrote down some lyrics that fit more… accurately. Asked for a late ’80s, early ’90s sound and here it is.
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**[00:07]** Timbo was talking about his father the other day. So we channeled Harry Chapman and this is what he had to say. My kid arrived last week someday. Could tell he'd be an ass pain right away. He's just the price I pay. Played, played, put his foot on the grill. And I said, "Hey." He was flunking up in school before I knew it. And as he grew, he'd say, "I'm going to be a god that you know
**[00:46]** I'm going to be a goon." And the crafts in the cradle with a silver spoon. Little boy blues and a cube shaped moon. When you leave and hold dead, God knows when, but I'll have a good time then. My pain turns 10 next week someday. He had his friends over money they took and made away. He said, "I'm going to make them apologize, Dad. It'll make your day." I replied, "I just want to say, no way.
**[01:30]** Come on, Dad." He pled, "Don't be so gay." I told him, "Being gay, son. That's okay." [Music] And the crabs in the cradle with a silver spoon. Little boy blues and a cube shaped moon. When you're leaving home, dad, god knows when, but I'll have a good time [Music] then. Picked him up at the looney bin today. He took a bunch of drugs and fried his brain away. He was talking about no ego. And judgment day,
**[02:21]** I replied, "I can't wait until it's finally made. I love football. Think I'll even play." He looked at me and I just ran away. And the crabs in the cradle with a silver spoon. Little boy blues and a cube shaped moon. When you're leaving home, God knows when, but I'll let you know then. I've long since died. I prefer it this way. You see, I wasn't there when he went away. threats on Facebook was the game
**[03:12]** he chose to play. If I'd been there, I'd have said, "Well, then that's just okay." I then would have turned and run away. I need to get away, son, from you. Get in the cradle with a silver spoon. Little boy booze and a cube shaped moon. when you're leaving home, son. God knows when bad, but I'll let you know, then know I'll tell you when. There's one more thing I have to say. The horror I found
**[03:57]** when I came home early that day. Son, that's no way with your sister to play. Daddy said she wasn't wearing pants, so it's okay. From her now on, son, you better stay away. Then he said, "Whatever, Dad. I'm God and it's not my fault anyway." And the crabs in the cradle with a silver spoon. Little boy blues and a cubeshaped moon. You disappointed me, son. God knows better you could have done. [__] you, Dad. I'm actually
**[04:45]** God. I'm the only one. Son, you're the worst mistake I ever done.