Welcome my son to your very first day
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So proud to be the one who brought you this way
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I love you with all my heart
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And my love is here to stay
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But I can¡¯t help worrying will you eventually smoke weed?
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Soon enough you¡¯ll be walking
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You and me hand in hand
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The silly words you¡¯ll be talkin¡¯
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Only daddy can understand
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We¡¯ll go out making snowmen
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Building castles in the sand
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And all the time I¡¯m thinking, will this kid end up smoking¡¯ weed?
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But time keeps on going
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And you keep on growin¡¯
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You¡¯re now six years old
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You¡¯re getting so good at your spellin¡¯
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But my mind is always dwellin¡¯
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On the fact that you could be the kind of guy
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Who grows up and needs to smoke weed on the couch
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All the time
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All the time
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So answer me this while you¡¯re lying in your little bed
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Why must you insist on bein¡¯ such a fuckin¡¯ pothead?
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There¡¯s other things in life
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That can make you feel good
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But you just keep on smoking¡¯ your herb
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You can¡¯t get enough of your precious, precious reefer
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Where you getting all this money
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To buy so much Hawaiian dope?
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Welcome My Son
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| Adam Sandler |
