Here comes my son, here comes my son, and I say... oy
Little pisher, it's been a hot sticky humid summer
Little pisher, it seems like years since you mowed the lawn
Here comes my son, here comes my son, and I say... you're stupid
Little pisher, wipe that smile off your face
Little pisher, it seems like years since you combed your hair
What do you think you are, one of them crazy hippies from England rock stars?
Here comes my son, here comes my son, and I say... oy my back hurts
Son son son, here he comes
Son son son, what a bum
Son son son, have him hung
Son son son, better run
Son son son, where's my gun
Phasers on stun... make that kill... oy my back
Little pisher, it's so hot I'm sweating bullets
Little pisher, get me a beer... you shmuck
Here comes my son, here comes my son, and I say... oy
Here comes my son, here comes my son, and I say... oy
Oy