Looking for his blanket to face the night
He wants his covers tucked in tight
He's got his dinsour in his arms and his footed pjs on

He jumps on the couch like a maniac
Why can't he just be always three for me?


He's gonna be the man i wanted to be
He's out the door in flash, never looking back
And the clock just keeps on ticking on


Look at our big boy now he's off to school
He's got his bookbag and his golden rule

Got his basketball for break
Kiss for mom and daddy too
Why can't he always be six for me?


He's gonna be the man i wanted to be
He's out the door in flash and never looking back

And the clock just keeps on ticking on

I was coaching his team on the day of his first

Touchdown and i watched him celebrate
The games are so much fun
And the uniforms are super cool

The backyard is way to small
And the clock just keeps ticking on


He's gonna be the man i wanted to be