I walk around with my big boy pants.
Yes, my big boy pants.
I'm a grown man and don't need help.
I can clean my own butt, I have my big boy pants.
I can eat my veggies, on with my big boy pants.
uh oh...
I had accident...
I ruined my big boy pants.
Mommy is laughing at my big boy pants.
She says, "Sweetie, maybe we go back to your baby pants."
I'll prove her wrong, I want my big boy pants.
And so I did, at the age of 46.
I cried in front of her coffin without ruining my big boy pants.
Rest easy mother,
For I can finally say, I hate these big boy pants.
