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When I was a young boy in Brooklyn Going to public school During recess in the concrete playground They lined us up by twos In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed and Russo I still remember the names And stickball and stoopball Were the only games that we played And I wanted to be like my old man I wanted to grow up just like my old man I wanted to be like my old man I wanted to dress like I wanted to be just like I wanted to act like my old man I wanted to be like I wanted to act like I wanted to be just like my old man And then like everyone else I started to grow And I didn't want to be like my father anymore I was sick if his bullying And having to hide under a desk on the floor And when he beat my mother It made me so mad I could choke And I didn't want to be like my old man I didn't even want to look like my old man Letras de cancionesI didn't even want to seem like my old man A son watches his father Being cruel to his mother And makes a vow to return only when He is so much richer In every way so much bigger That the old man will never hit anyone again Like my old man [x4] And can you believe what he said to me He said, "Lou, act like a man" Why don't you act just like a man Act like your daddy Act like a man Why don't you act like a man Like your old man Like my old man From Letras Mania