1, 2, 3Inspecting me with greatest careAnd giving me a tryI wonder what my best adviceWould this little boy would beAs my own memoriesAre coming back to meAn inner glow from top to toeEnchants me right awayHe's aiming gently at my heartHe's of an easy preyAnd I wonder what my best adviceWould this little boy would beAs his fine young eyesTwist with meYou better listen to your motherCause she knows her way aroundYou might wanna ask your fatherWhen your brows they tend to frownBut always trust your fine young heartCause if he'll lie to youYou'll just see through black or whiteWrong or rightIt's all the things betweenThat makes your lifeWorth the whileThe little boy learns to speakAnd says my name out loudIt might not be that big a dealStill I feel really proudAnd I wonder what my best adviceWould this little boy would beBut I guess soon he'll learn to callAnd he'll be teaching meSo I better stop believing thatHe needs my words at allTo find his way to save the dayTo touch the sky and fallAnd then of course and then it changesThat's all I really knowAnd here's a cowboy ready to goBut you better listen to your motherCause she knows her way aroundYou might wanna ask your fatherWhen your brows they tend to frownBut always trust your fine young heartCause if he'll lie to youThen you'll be able to see throughBlack or white, wrong or rightIt's all the things betweenThat makes your lifeWorth the whileOh, oh, oh, oh, ohYeah, yeah, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, ohYeah, yeah, ohIt's all the things betweenThat makes your lifeapplause