MY SON THE STRIPPER
(Suzanne Buhrer)


Kaye Ballard - 1975



For thirty years, my marriage it's been blessed
The children turned out to be the very best
Three sons have I to carry on tradition
Three boys, thank God, one is a physician
One's a hotshot lawyer, both are rich as kings
But the third son, oy, the joy that boy he brings

Wait'll you see my son the stripper
Wait'll you see my youngest boy bump and grind
The ladies scream and push to see his little tush
Thank God he ain't got my behind

Wait'll you see my youngest son when he takes it off
He's my pride, my joy
When he's in the buff struttin' his stuff
I say, "That's him, that's my boy"

He used to say, "When I grow up I'll be an astronaut"
I said, "Whatever you do, son, you just give it all you got"
Now he drives a new Mercedes, he's doing well, I guess
The tips they stuff in his G-string, he won't tell the IRS
And why should he

Wait'll you see my son the stripper
His rhythm is second to none
Wait'll you hear the music go 'Boom-De-Boom-Boom'
That's my boy, my son

His God-given talent he's using
A-tisket, a-tasket, that kid has got some.....
Wait'll you see my son the stripper at work
That's my boy, my son
Oy, what a f???, I love that kid!



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2019)