Son of an Only Child

Ripples in my soup’s got me dreaming
Ten pounds on the side
She’s twenty-five, she’s quite a sight
She laughs
And sugar drops

You go the extra mile when you’re the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah

Saturday night and I’m drinking
Oh, I’m [?] hold me back
Hold me back like I’m about to attack
Oh,
I’m the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

And I feel like
Taking all the toys off the
You know you’ve got something special about you
So come out, sly
You’re such a mess
How can you be sad when you’re simply the best?
Except sing about my broken heart
I’m a rocket man
I’m the son of an only child
Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah