I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
  Halfway across the kitchen floor
  His momma said don't let me see you do that anymore
    And he let loose with a cup of orange juice
  Right down the back of her dress
  Without a doubt she lined him out
  Then cleaned up the mess
    Now he is just a chip off of the old block
  Just like me we keep her on her toes a lot
    But when he cries she'll match him tear for tear
  When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear
  When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
  She can put him in his place
  Side by side and hand in hand
  She'll talk with daddy's little man
  He knows that she's done her part
  I'm watching God's love grow
  Heart to heart
    He'll grow to be six foot three
  Yeah he's gonna be just like me
  He'll be tall and play football
  But he'll always be a momma's boy
    And when he cries she'll match him tear for tear
  When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear
  When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
  She can put him in his place
  Side by side and hand in hand
  She'll talk with daddy's little man
  He knows that she's done her part
  I'm watching God's love grow
  Heart to heart