Текст песни 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