(B. Braddock & Curly Putnam)

Our Little boy is four years old

And he's quite a little man

So we spell out the words

We don't want him to understand

Like T-O-Y, or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E

But the words we're hiding from him now

Tears the heart right out of me

Chorus:

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today

Me and little J-O-E will be going away

I love you both and this will be

Pure H-E-double-L for me

Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Watch him smile

He thinks it's Christmas

Or his fifth birthday

And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y

Spells fun, or play

I spell out all the hurtin' words

And I turn my head when I speak

Cause I can't spell away this hurt

That's dripping down my cheek

Repeat Chorus