Son Songtext
von Jethro Tull

Oh, I feel sympathy
Be grateful my son for what you get
Expression and passion
Ten days for watching the sunset
When I was your age
Amusement we made for ourselves


Permission to breathe, Sir
Don′t talk like that, I'm your old man
They′ll soon be demobbed, son
So join up as soon as you can
You can't borrow that
'Cause that′s for the races
And doesn′t grow on trees

I only feel what touches me
And feel in touching I can see
A better state to be in
Who has the right
To question what I might do?
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel


It's advice and it′s nice
Yo know when you're best advised
You′re only turned thirty
So son, you'd better apologize
And when you grow up
If you′re good we will buy you a bike