The Prodigal Rap

I've got the rebellion of the younger brother & the arrogance of the older brother
Dear God help me till your kingdom come...

I can get on down like a party animal
Yet so stuck up you'd think I wrote the manual!

I can live it up like there's no tomorrow
If I run out of money, well I can just borrow!

But suddenly the party's over
My life's gone off the edge like the cliffs of Dover!

I realised it's time to choose
Back to daddy's house cos I've run out of drugs and booze

But hang on a mo it's not as simple as that!
I can't go waltzing home as cool as a cat!

I took everything he gave me and I blew it on crap
I better go home and face the rap

I can't look him in the eye after everything I've done
I'll have to say father I can no more be your son

But if you let me be your servant I'll make it all right
I'll slave all day and I'll slave all night

But that would be better than living in this pit
Eating pig food and smelling of pig sh1t

And so I'm going home, I know what I deserve
I'll take out all the trash, on the farm I will serve

I'm still far away, but what's this I can see?
It looks like my old man a runnin' towards me!

I can't look him in the eye, but suddenly he's here
He hugs me close to him and whispers in my ear

He says don't say a word, I'm so glad you're home
I'll always be your father and you'll always be my son!

Next thing I know he's on the phone to the Savoy
He says get ready Maitre D, I'm bringing my boy!

Fire up the spit roast, we're gonna have it all,
Book me the function room we're gonna have a ball!

Tell my tailor to bring my Armani suit
And while he's at it, my Gucci boots!

Bring my signet ring from Cartier
Now put it all on my son and heir

Tell all my friends the party is here,
Let's pop a few corks and crack open some beers!

Cos my son I thought was dead is back home alive
They can shake him by the hand as soon as they arrive

But hang on a minute, where is his brother?
You wouldn't believe these two are from the same mother!

He won't come to the party, he's being so rude
My oh so perfect son has got an attitude!

Saying 'What are you doing father for that no good boy?
He's wasted everything you got, how come you're full of joy?

I've worked my whole life for you, you've never celebrated
And right now at this moment I feel unappreciated!

I can't come to no party, I haven't got the time
I've got so much to do I'm gonna miss my deadline!

Father said son I'm grateful that you're doing all the chores
You are always with me everything I have is yours

It hasn't gone unnoticed that you're putting in the grind
But I can't help be grateful that this other son of mine

Who we thought was dead is alive

It's party time!

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