Fleas

Fleas
My father used to say
You sleep with dogs the next day
You'll wake up in the bed scratching
Those inevitable fleas
At ten years old
You listen to what you're told
But I never felt the itch
I never would

My mother had forbidden me
To waste away my life
I want you to have all the things
I could never buy you
So don't stop what I'd begun
You're my one and only son
Follow what I say, not what I've done
Follow what I say, not what I've done
Shower, scrub, and shave
Cleanly boys don't misbehave
Follow what I say, not what I've done