Don't come on so cocksure boy,
You can't escape your genes
No point in feeling purer boy,
Your background intervenes
Listen good and listen straight,
You're not the master of your fate
To this you must be reconciled,
You'll always be your father's child
At times acclaimed, at times reviled
You wind up doing just what I've done
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Don't assume your vices
Get handed down the line
That a parent's blood suffices
To condemn the child's design
I've done wrong, I can't deny,
But at least I know that I
Shouldn't blame that on my stock,
This may come as a quite a shock
I'm no chip off any block,
I wouldn't wish those words on anyone
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
He's lost all sense of reason,
And why? Some filthy slave
That is the road called treason
That winds up in the grave
Just like me, he's found out a flesh
Can excite but will enmesh
Once me rid him of this blight,
Once this harlot's out of sight
Then I think you'll see the light
You won't walk back to daddy, you will run
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
Like father, like son