You're my baby boy,
You're my walking stick
Like a catholic smokestack
Some days
I just wanna sing
I-I-I-I just wanna sing
Of everything!
Of everything...
You're my baby boy,
You're my catholic smokering...
It's not a religious thing
But that is the way it sounds...
So be it
I spend a lot of time listening to the ground
And the bees and the birds
If I could show you
How much I............ love
You're my New Orleans
You're my New Orleans
You're my jumping beans
It's past midnight now
And the angels gathering
But I'm stubborn so I slow down
When people love
People sing
Yeaaaa...
You're my baby boy
You're my catholic smokering...
When I turned twenty-seven, I turned one