The only child stands alone at the gate Wishing he was with the rest That play is too rough his mother says and you're wearing your Sunday best When the lessons are over well he's never late He's always straight home from school No football, no games his father says We can't have you acting the fool When all other children have grown up and gone To seek what adulthood might bring Well the only child is still at home Well the only child is still at home Apron stings They encouraged him to study and read In hopes that he would do well So he never made too many friends And his parents guidance proved cruel There is no doubt he is well informed He's always the top of the class But he can't deal with people of fend for himself And he's never learned to laugh When all other children have grown up and gone To seek what adulthood might bring Well the only child is still at home Apron stings No brothers or sisters did he have To warrant his mothers attention So he led a very sheltered life A victim of over protection But the day will come when he goes to the college Causing his mother much at worry Their pride and joy has gone away And for the only child I fell sorry