| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| He’s close to God, |
| I’m sure of that |
| He sits him down, |
| and they have a chat |
| He asks for sunshine, |
| and he agrees |
| You see, for him, |
| He’d do anything |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| He is a monkey, |
| and I’m his tree |
| And now he’s climbing all over me |
| Swinging on my vines |
| dancing on my limbs |
| His monkey sounds |
| sound like angel’s hymns |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| He is an angel, |
| he is an imp |
| He’s got my big toe, |
| and his mother’s lips |
| He gives fishy kisses, |
| and great big bear hugs |
| 11 kilos of pure love |
| Then one day he’ll be 17, |
| feelin' too big for his home |
| Seems he was just only 3, |
| oh our children they grow |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Then one day he’ll be 33, |
| maybe with a child of his own |
| Seems he was just 17, |
| oh how our children they grow |
| And she’ll ask for sunshine, and he’ll agree |
| You see for her, he’d do anything |
| She is her child, the center of his world |
| He is her father… |
| My little boy |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |
| Mhmhmhm |
| Whohohoho |
| You watch them grow, then you let 'em go |