by Beat Spiccoli

Created on: January 19, 2010   Last Updated: January 22, 2010

I'll Smile And Open My Arms For You, Son 

Much more than I did when you were a boy

Come over when you feel your work is done 

Don't do much now, for life has little joy

For me, but please don't think this is some ploy

I'll smile and open my arms for you, son 

Back in those days I would always deploy 

The Army's always ready to destroy

Come over when you feel your work is done 

Disabled Vets aren't easy to employ 

So I sit in my chair reading Tolstoy

I'll smile and open my arms for you, son 

I bought us a new electronic toy

We get to bomb the Towers of Hanoi

Come over when you feel your work is done 

I believe if you'd stop by you'd enjoy 

Your stay, so I beg of you, don't be coy

I'll smile and open my arms for you, son 

Come over when you feel your work is done 

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