Lyrics

Michael I’m just calling, calling you my son
To let you know I had two gloves but now I just have one
I don’t know where it went, it was here and then it was gone
This is what you have to look forward once your old and orange

There is only one solution to this mess that I am in
Tell your mother and I am headed off to Delaware again
I am going to go to hit up those outlet malls and drop a few benjamins
Sure I’ll lose those new gloves by next fall
But why do I care when it is just your inheritance?