And now, the parody everyone’s been waiting for:


THAT LITTLE BOY OF MINE
As recorded by Homer & Jethro on “There’s Nothing Like an Old Hippie” (1968)

A tiny turned up nose,
Twelve little baby toes,
Those way-out hippie clothes,
That little boy of mine.
He climbs upon my knee.
He weighs two hundred three.
Says: “Where’s the LSD?”
That little boy of mine.
He took the car today
And he just now brought it back.
You’ll find what’s left of it
Crammed in a brown paper sack.
Who says: “Like, man, I’m hip”?
Who thinks his pa’s a drip?
Who gives us lots o’ lip?
That little boy of mine.

They say he’s heaven-sent,
But we think he is the worst.
Could be the president,
That’s if the neighbors don’t kill him first.
Those loaded dice he rolled,
That bootleg booze he sold.
Next week he’ll be paroled,
That little boy of mine,
That little boy of mine.