Текст Bowling For Soup – Kevin Weaver

Dear mom,
Did you get the disk I sent?
The one with all the songs we used to sing in the car
Waylon, Willy and Dolly. The Eagles, Kenny Rogers and Donna Summer

And I hope you’re proud
I hope you see some good
In all the fucked up things I did
All the things you never understood
I hope I made you proud
And disappointments of the past
Are things we left back there forever
And we can move on together
While you live the rest of your days
And watch your grandkids play
And say, «I’m proud of you!»

Dear dad,
You managed to turn your life around
Five separate times since you were born.
But that’s not me just yet
Only twice so far but I’m working on a third.
And I’m only half your age
And Punk Rock’s working against me
I’ve got five hundred more tattoos than you
I’ve broken 13 hundred more hearts than you
And as for the bottle, I say, «call that a draw!»

But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud)
I hope you see some good
In all the fucked up things I did
All the things you never understood
I hope I made you proud (I hope you’re proud)
And the disappointments of the past
Are things we left back there forever
And we can move on together
While you live the rest of your days
And watch your grandkids play
And say, «I’m proud of you!»

I almost lost my brother in a car crash late last summer
Don’t know what I would have done without you
Never would have made it half this far without you
And as far as the bottle you taught your little brother well

But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud)
I hope you see some good
In all the fucked up things I did
All the things you never understood
I’m so fucking proud of you (I hope you’re proud)
And the disappointments of the past
Are things we left back there forever
And we can move on together
While you live the rest of our days
And we watch our grandkids play
And say, «I’m proud of you!»