Family Tree

One, two, three, four. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba. Care about the moonlight and holding you tight And asking my questions. Everyone loves a Situation. Long walks on the beach the press will impeach. Lately, I'm finding I am the Book and you are the binding. I guess I'll read Everything 'bout you. Though the press might shoot me down, I'm still true. I sell my book for free. That's what you do to me. Oh, you are, you are, you are my Family tree. Be good to me. Take care of me. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba. There's motels in the sea, trash in the sky. The net-dustry's growing. Stick to love songs, kid. That's all you're knowing. They push you away or tie you up. It don't really matter. But if your head is up, you won't get Much sadder. But who am I To preach a word or two When I can't lift my head Without you? If my mental state Kept you from coming around, I hope the world would shoot me down For losing you. A broken branch I'd be If you weren't grown to me. Oh, you are, you are, you are My family tree. Be good to me. Be good to me. Be good to me. Take care of me. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba-ba. Ba.