Dear Dad, I know you?re proud of me even though you?ve never said it well
I know you are, and I know that talking can be hard
And I think I?ve proven myself to be naturally responsible
And I want my mustang back. I want to cruise down Kirkwood,
Make the other cruisers envy me
I want to rip down the highways, leave a cloud of jealousy
The car was nothing but a junk heap, when you bought it for me when I was
Fourteen
We fixed it up together, and honestly I think you can fix anything
And I know you?re proud of me because I?m living my dreams
So please, please, please, don?t worry about me. Please don?t worry about me
Dear mom, I know that you?re afraid
You?ve got every right to be, growing up with nothing to born to have a dream
And I know there?s a crook inside of you, just dying to get out
And you would hide me from the cops, if they came knocking at your house
You would drive my getaway car, that?s just the way you are
You?ve gotta mothers heart
You?ve gotta mothers heart
You?ve gotta mothers heart
You?ve gotta mothers heart
And I?m sorry that I?ve always forgot your birthday
And you never forgot mine
And I?m sorry that I haven?t given you any grandkids
And I?m sorry that I don?t have a wife
And I?m sorry that the way I live my life, isn?t the way you think is right
But you?ve raised me well, and I think I came out alright
Even though your ashamed of me for being such a thief
Well I know you still love me, and I admire your honesty
So please, please, please, don?t worry about me
Please don?t worry about me