My Proxy Eagle

Tic toc tic do, do, do, it

Tic toc tic do, do, do, it

I think that junior, junior, junior,

should be a boy scout

I have been pushin’, pushin’, pushin’,

since he was a bean sprout

He needs to try for his Eagle, (says me)

Apply for his Eagle, well before he turns thirteen

I’d even buy him his Eagle, is that a thing?

Ooh, ooh, this is my obsession

He’s my baby, 

and I know what’s best for him

He’ll learn first aid,

fingerprinting, and how to swim,

pulp and paper, and even bugling

citizenship in the nation

He should try for his Eagle, while he’s young

He doesn’t want to, but I’ll make him get it done

Cause this is my proxy Eagle,

And he’s my son

I don’t think it’s exploitation

I think there’s no time, to be, wasted

When you’re a Boy Scout

I always tell him, tell him, tell him

to get the lead out

Do it, do it!

Do it, do it!

Do it, do it!

Do it, do it!

I’ll keep his eye on his Eagle, till it’s done

Work on his Eagle without any distraction

And sometimes earning his Eagle,

won’t be fun

Here are two of my predictions

Knots will keep slippin’, slippin’, slippin’

Till he gets better

Tents will keep rippin’, rippin’, rippin’

He will get wetter