I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl

Halfway across the kitchen floor

His mamma said don't let me see you do that anymore

And he let loose with a cup of orange juice

Right down the back of her dress

Without a doubt she lined him out

And then cleaned up the mess

Now he is just a chip off of the old block Just like me we keep her on her toes alot

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But when he cries she'll match him tear for tear

When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear

When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face

She can put him in his place

Side by side hand in hand

She'll talk with daddy's little man

He knows that she's done her part

I'm watching God's love grow heart to heart

He'll grow to be six foot three

Yeah he's gonna be just like me

He'll be tall and play football

But he'll always be a mamma's boy

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