son, one plus one equals three
but daddy, I respectfully disagree
don't talk back, boy! what I say is the way it's gonna be
and don't you ever dare to question me
don't drink, smoke, burn incense or dance
yes daddy, but what is its significance?
boy, don't question me no more or I'll knock you into a trance
this is your last warning, boy, your very last chance
no ball playing or TV watching on the sabbath day
it's reserved for us to sing and pray
I don't want to hear no arguing, no crying, no words of dismay
what I tell you to do, you'll do it my way!
only his elders could tell him when he was wrong
they saw him weak, but I only saw him strong
I had to stay in my place, anywhere he told me I should belong
and associate with whom he said I should be among
so I kept quiet and questioned him no more
even when he told me that three and three was four
I sought out the right answers after he closed my bedroom door
and never told him that some lessons he taught
I decided later in life
to just ignore