Late Blooming Son Wilco

I've heard it all before
I've seen it all, it's been done
Look out now, who's coming?
There goes your late blooming son

I'll take my time just for fun
Make my way as it comes
Don't freak out on me, Mama
Cries your late blooming son

Watch him now learn to crawl
Better catch him 'fore he runs
You just waved goodbye
There goes your late blooming son

Don't freak out on me, Mama
There goes your late blooming son