Despots ain't easy to love and they don't like to go.
They'd rather stay on for so long even tho' blood'll flow.
Songs on St. Bart's from Beyoncé and Usher,
And each day brings hot chicks from Rome.
If they don't understand him, an' he don't die young
His people'll try to leave home.
Papas don't let your babies grow up to be despots.
Don't let 'em be absolute rulers who crush.
Make 'em lead lives that would not make you blush.
Papas don't let your babies grow up to be despots.
'Cause they'll put down their foot
And they'll wanna stay put
Even when it's time to go...
Update: The chorus to the alternate version:
Papas don't let your babies grow up to be Charlie.
Don't let 'em smoke crack and put booze in their cup.
Best lock up yer daughters 'fore he knocks 'em up
Papas don't let your babies grow up to be Charlie.
'Cause he thinks that it's "winning"
When he's spinning out
And being a lout on TV.
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