He's an all American boy mama's pride and papa's joy   Paper waddin' all the girls tiein' knots in sister's curles   BB gunnin' passers by with a twinkle in his eye   He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son   He pushed grandma down the stairs and he knelt and said his prayers   And he blessed us one and all and set fire to the hall   While the fireman fought the fire our boy punctured all their tires   He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son   [ piano ]   We went fishin' me and him and he knew I couldn't swim   So this playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin' dad   Nearly cought my death of cold but his mother said don't scold   He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son   Well he poisoned grandma's tea now she lies in agony   Made his mother kind of ex't she says what will he do next   When he shot the neighbor's goats we agreed that's wild oats   He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son   [ guitar ]   Now they took our boy away and we miss him more each day   For our life's adored and tame since the paddy wagon came   We sit and stare in vain through each broken window pane   He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son