Door locked open, door locked shut   See you soon, hopefully not   I've been and gone so many times   Without a work I've dropped no lines   Just look forward, never back   Selfish bastard, dicta-brat      Please forgive me   For the things that I've done   Don't feel ashamed   If you're asked hows your son      Living here and living there   Lived at home but very rare   To see your faces it would be   A treasure locked in memory   Do drop a line, say hello dad   I await your answer, for I also beg      Please accept me   From a baby I have come   Pain, distress and heartache   I have now overcome      Running here and running there   Often caught but never cared   Been a-courting every year