My Boy sing and play along

Bah, boo dah.

Ba, boo, dah, boo,

mmm. My boy's be in' sus',

he was sha dy e nough but now he's just a sha dow.

My boy loves his friends like I love my split ends and by that I mean he cuts them off.

What? My boy, my boy, my boy

don't love me like he prom ised.

My boy, my boy, my boy,

he ain't a man and sure as hell ain't hon est.

My boy's be in' sus' and he don't know how to cuss.

He just sounds like he's try'n a be his fa ther.

Who are you?

My boy's an ug ly cri er but he's such a pret ty liar and by that I mean he said he'd change.

My boy, my boy, my boy

don't love me like he prom ised.

My boy, my boy, my boy,

he ain't a man and sure as hell ain't hon est.

My boy, my, my boy,

my boy.

I love, love,

I, I, love, love my split ends.

My boy, my, my boy,

my boy.

I love, love,

I, I,

and sure as hell ain't hon est.

You want me to be yours,

well then you got to be mine.

And if you want a good girl,

then good bye.

You want me to be yours,

well then you've got ta be mine.

And if you want a good girl,

then good bye.