Don't know much about you    Don't know who you are    We've been doing fine without you    But, we could only go so far    Don't know why you chose us    Were you watching from above    Is there someone there that knows us    Said we'd give you all our love          Will you laugh just like your mother    Will you sigh like your old man    Will some things skip a generation    Like I've heard they often can    Are you a poet or a dancer    A devil or a clown    Or a strange new combination of    The things we've handed down          I wonder who you'll look like    Will your hair fall down and curl    Will you be a mama's boy    Or daddy's little girl    Will you be a sad reminder    Of what's been lost along the way    Maybe you can help me find her    In the things you do and say       And these things that we have given you    They are not so easily found    But you can thank us later    For the things we've handed down          You may not always be so grateful    For the way that you were made    Some feature of your father's    That you'd gladly sell or trade    And one day you may look at us    And say that you were cursed    But over time that line has been    Extremely well rehearsed    By our fathers, and their fathers    In some old and distant town    From places no one here remembers    Come the things we've handed down