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Dear Scotty, Lyrics by D. Scott Maness

I see you there in your footie pjs
Never lookin back at the good ole days.
Lovin every minute with your tonka trucks
Your gi joes and monopoly bucks.

I see you straddling your mama's knee
Bouncing up and down like you're riding a pony.
Giggy up giddy up wo back.
Imagining you're racin on a horse track.

Dear Scotty, you're in for a rough ride
Buckle up.
You'll be swimmin in a rip tide 
Buttercup. 
Life's gunna beat you to a bloody pulp.
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up.
Keep your nose to the grindstone everyday.
I'm here to say you're gunna be ok.

I see you there with your fishin pole
Catchin all the fishes in the fishin hole.
Walkin to school when the summer ends
Glad to be back among your school day friends. 

I see you riding on your mini bike 
No more training wheels like a little tike.
Proud as a peacock with your long blond hair
Flowin in the breeze you don't have a care.

Dear Scotty, you're in for a rough ride
Buckle up.
You'll be swimmin in a rip tide 
Buttercup. 
Life's gunna beat you to a bloody pulp.
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up.
Keep your nose to the grindstone everyday.
I'm here to say you're gunna be ok.

I see you sitting with your history books 
Staring at the girls with your lusty looks.
always touching down in the friend zone.
Wondering if you're really gunna die alone.

I see you sittin in your daddy's car
Drivin your friends to the local bar.
You're gunna do some pretty stupid shit
But your guardian Angel's never gunna quit.

Dear Scotty, you're in for a rough ride
Buckle up.
You'll be swimmin in a rip tide 
Buttercup. 
Life's gunna beat you to a bloody pulp.
When you get knocked down you gotta get back up.
Keep your nose to the grindstone everyday.

 

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