How Am I Gonna Tell My Little Baby
an autobiography in 3:05 minutes
*Pop Noir* ....driven by unending locomotive love and annoyances...stops for nothing and no one!
The Gents:
Creighton Hack~ Bass
Bert Swerl~ Guitars
Jaspar
Here you are at Pop Noir- *RECKLESS GENTS*...driven by unending locomotive love and annoyances...stops for nothing and no one.
The Gents:
Creighton Hack Bass
Bert Swerl Guitars
Jaspar Katinki Piano/Keys of any ol sort
Firth Thud Drums, cereal boxes, dashboards, most everyone's nerves...
Tony Chauvanist Vocals and Macaroni and Cheese
Story behind the song
L i f e
Lyrics
How am I gonna tell my little baby
He’s destined to repeat his daddy’s life?
How can I not break his little baby heart?
I guess I’ll leave the telling to my wife.
The whooping cough, the tonsil’s out, the cry myself to sleep,
the teasing and the taunting and the bright red pants,
the playground fights, the kicks and bites, the chipping of the teeth,
the crazy on the corner and the hairy aunts,
the teachers with the rulers and the stinky vomit breath,
the cub scouts and the carving and the sliced off thumb!
the puberty, the pimples, and the grand pa-pa's death,
the screaming coaches yelling "ARE YOU HAVING FUN?!?"
How am I gonna tell my little baby
He’s destined to repeat his daddy’s life?
How can I not break his little baby heart?
I guess I’ll leave the telling to my wife.
The high school dances, blood romances for a pretty kiss,
the time we drove the car over the five foot wall,
the pounding and the grounding and the "watch your lip!"
the voice of momma begging "can you end this call???"
the making out, the breaking up, the lying little whore,
the drunken friend who dies before he even lives!
the TV’s going, the mom and dad, the cops are at the door,
the look on momma’s face when she says "What’s this!!!"
How am I gonna tell my little baby
He’s destined to repeat his daddy’s life?
How can I not break his little baby heart?
I guess I’ll leave the telling to my wife.
The finding out, the hiding out, the wishing I was dead,
the hating and berating everything that I was told,
the bicker and the banter and "this isn’t what I said!"
The rude, the wild, the thinking there is nothing worse than old,
the leaving and the grieving and the "what do i do now?"
the trading in the questions for a paycheck and a beer,
the using and abusing and excusing all the how,
the burying of momma and the icy lonely fear!
How am I gonna tell my little baby
He’s destined to repeat his daddy’s life?
How can I not break his little baby heart?
I guess I’ll leave the telling to my wife.
