"Prove That Child"
(vonHummer)

Nine months back we were naked in the act and our
passion play knew no pause, but can you prove that child, prove that child is mine?

And so you swear that there never was another but I know there's no Santa Claus, you gotta prove that child, prove that child is mine...

Prove that child deserves to call an end to my ride on the freedom range, Prove that child has authority to clap me into irons and make me exchange my swinging bachelorhood for fatherhood's confines, you gotta prove that child, prove that child is mine...

My eyes maybe, maybe my nose, but who knows, as he grows, the similarity to me will end and expose some other boyfriend?

Twas an all-girls dorm and you smiled so warm, I climbed up the ivy unseen, but can you prove that child, prove that child is mine?

And "I Get Around" by the Beach Boys was your favorite song which
can only mean you gotta prove that child, prove that child is mine...

Prove that child deserves to hold my finger in his little pink hand so tight, Prove that child can turn me into something like a man overnight,
Then again, I might be a willing pawn in your grand design if you can prove that child, prove that child is mine...

My blood type O Neg, okay, to my dismay, my DNA, Sure paternity looks like a sure bet, but there's a lot that science doesn't know yet,

Now we've shared the same name for two short years and you tell me you're expecting again? But can you prove this child, prove this child is mine? You gotta prove that child, prove that child is mine...