Karaoké Not My Father's Son Kinky Boots (musical)

When I was just a kid everything I did

Was to be like him under my skin

My father always thought if I was strong and fought

Not like some albatross

I'd begin

To fit in

Look at me powerless and holding my breath

Trying hard to repress what scared him to death

It was never easy to be his type of man

To breathe freely was not in his plan

And the best part of me is what he wouldn't see

I'm not my father's son

I'm not the image of what he dreamed of

With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Jobe

Still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done

And mirror what was not in me

So I jumped in my dreams and found an escape

Maybe I went to extremes of leather and lace

But the world seemed brighter six inches off the ground and the air seemed lighter

I was profound

And I felt so proud

Just to live out loud

I'm not my father's son

I'm not the image of what he dreamed of

With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Jobe

Still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done

And mirror what was not in me

The endless story of expectations swirling inside my mind wore me down

I came to a realization and I finally turned around to see

That I could just be me

I'm not my father's son

I'm not the image of what he dreamed of

With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Jobe

Still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done

And mirror what was not in me

We're the same

Charlie boy you and me

Charlie from Northampton meet Simon from Clapton

Let's make boots