Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right 
Off you got to school where you can learn the rules there right 
Be just like your dad lad 
Follow in the same tradition 
Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son 

Son of my father 
Moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed 
Son of my father 
Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' 
Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts 

Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time 
I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs 
So I left my home I'm really on my own at last 
Left the trodden path and separated from the past 

Son of my father 
Changing, rearranging into someone new 
Son of my father 
Collecting and selecting independant views 
Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due. 
Son of my father 
moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed 
Son of my father 
Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' 
Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts