My Son's a Diver

When I'm really, really old and I turn 39, I'll leave my silly ideas and daydreaming behind. I'll see that it was just nonsense, And I'll find a wife. And then we'll find ourselves a brand-new house and Live a sensible life. And then one day in April, I will be Filled with joy. When my wife gives birth to Our cute baby boy. He won't want to sleep in bed, it's elsewhere He'll thrive. And I'll go write it, And it's said, "My son's a diver, That's right." Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. One day the time will come for him to Start school. The teachers will be speechless and think that we're Fools. He won't be nervous like the others. He'll walk with pride. His brand-new flippers will be flopping 'cause my Son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. And when he graduates from college, He won't live on land. He will be down there in the ocean ready To lend a hand. If you need something retrieved that's on the Bottom, he'll find. 'Cause he's the master of the deep sea. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. But that day is still far away, And I'm not that old. I do not have a lovely wife yet or A baby to hold. But I dream of hearing flippers flopping down on The drive. And I will shout out to the Whole world, "My son's a diver, That's right." Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right. Wap-ba-da. My son's a diver, that's right.