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