My son is fallin on my head
And just like the guy whose guns
Are too big for his jeep
Nothing seems to fit
My Son
is falling on my head
He just keeps falling.

So I just did me some
Talking to Vietnam
And I said I didn't like the way
They got things done
Bombin’ all my friends
My Son
Is falling on my head
They keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The dudes they send to meet me
Won't defeat me, it won't be long
Till Bubba Lightyear
Steps up to greet me

My son keeps falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turning red
Crashin’s not for me 'cause,
I'm never gonna stop confederates
By complaining,
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

It won't be long
Till Bubba Lightyear
Steps up to greet me

My son keeps falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turning red
Crashin’s not for me cause,
I'm never gonna stop confederates
By complaining,
Because I'm free, 'cause nothing's worrying me

Because I’m Woodey Gump, and I’m looking for BOXES OF CHOCOLATES! YEE-HA!