Alvin Mann Has A Plan
Alvin Mann Has A Plan,
The original one had to go in the trashcan.
Going much too fast,
Needed to slow down, or wasn’t going to last.
I gave him a choice,
Sleep with the fishes or listen to my voice.
Alvin can’t swim,
So he said, “O-Kee-Dokey Jim”.
My son always with the jokes and thinks he’s funny,
Be running to me, everyday, talking about “where’s the money?”
I explain to him, that’s not how this works,
Be giving me the evil eye, I say, “Do you want to get hurt?”
And never want to listen to a word that I say,
He’s like everyone else, “Just Want To Have Fun And Play”.
I allow him to do as he will,
Because he has such, “extraordinary skills”.
When the time comes, and it most certainly will,
My son is gonna be up on that hill,
He’ll be surrounded, on all sides,
Cut off from everyone, with no place to hide.
One by one, they’ll fall to the ground,
Hit by a single round.
So, with my son you wanna play,
Be advised, it’ll be “your very last day”.
My son will do what I say,
My son will do when I say,
My son will do how I say,
My son will do why I say.
He may be a gym shoe creeper,
But definitely doesn’t want to be a sleeper.
He will “ALWAYS” (well, most of the time) do what I say,
He knows exactly how his Father, who art in heaven plays.
Everyone has a choice,
Obey my voice.
My son will always win,
Heaven will see him, once again.
Be a good idea (that’s a subtle hint) to leave my son alone,
Otherwise, you’ll be going home.
One body bag at a time,
But it’ll be just fine.
I’ve cut my son loose and he’s out to play,
As long as he breathes, “he’ll do exactly what I say”.
Once upon a time he had a different view, but threw it in the trashcan,
And decided to follow the leader, his Father, who’s the head of the band.
So, what’s it gonna be,
Or should I set you free?
My son and I are “out for blood”,
Just remember, “It’s All About Love”.
Let’s play a game,