If I was handed the threads of fate
I could nary weave such a sorryful tale
Not one tear sweet as this
A leader whose gone amiss
A father without the son to control
My greatest nightmare
Is my son, without a care
Without a deed, the contract to my son is broken
In that respect we're the same
We're both in need of that token
To show sweet Kandi Korn that we are both his father
If we want him to succeed we'll have to work... togother
Our greatest nightmare
Is our son, without a care