Yea your daddy's supposed to work
Too many bumps on the head
He spends it' on his habits
And the mouths to be fed
Momma she quit tryin'
Bout age twenty-two
You're just the right size
All gettin' left up to you
As if growin' up
Wasn't hard enough to do
There's so much more
The world's puttin' you through
Do you need some understandin'
Well, God only knows
That Heather is a flower
And Heather grows
I've been around your family