Songtext von Freaking Out The Neighborhood

Sorry, mama There are times I get carried away Please, don't worry Next time I'm home, I'll still be the same And I know it's no fun When your first son Gets up to no good Starts freaking out the neighborhood Really, I'm fine Never been better, got no job on the line Sincerely, don't worry Same old boy that you hoped you would find And I know it's no fun When your first son Gets up to no good Starts freaking out the neighborhood