My parents were elated. After all, they were expecting great things from their first-born son. And I had delivered, big time.
My Dad went into work and told his colleagues that I was a genius. They were duly impressed. Except that one of Dad’s colleagues asked him to sing the song. Dad did, as best he could (Dad was never much of a singer).
“Are you mine, all the time,
All my own,wait and see..”