| Lyrics: | At the beach, pressure's on
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He
gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at
my feet
Wonders what I'll do
Do I kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying
to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate
the end
Of our relationship |