Dashing thru the year
In a beat up Mini-Van
You called, we're never here
The elusive Paulson Clan
Basketbal and Church
Soccer, Work and School
What fun to run from place to place
Thank God they lowered fuel
Paulson Boys, Paulson Boys
Paulsons all the way
Oh what fun to have three sons
Who laugh and play all day?
Paulson Crew, Paulson Crew,
Jeff and Luke and Brett
You'll rarely see a cooler three
On that be sure to bet
Brett is almost ten
Cool guy extraordinaire
He leads at school, In 'Ball he rules
It's almost less than fair
Lukie's lost three teeth
How's he already five?
Music and Art--He's oh so smart
The sweetest boy alive
Paulson Boys, Paulson Boys
Paulsons all the way
Oh what fun to have three sons
Who laugh and play all day
Paulson Crew, Paulson Crew
Jeff and Luke and Brett
You'll rarely see a cooler three
On that be sure to bet
Jeffy poked his eye
His scooter handlebars
Doc fixed it quick with the twelth stitch
Now Jeff says "Chicks dig scars"
Bri fixed up our home
Painted siding, doors and trim
Deck, fence, and gate, the place looks great
Now he can't move a limb
Oh, Paulson Fam, Paulson Fam
It's tough to keep our pace
We just try to stay alive
With smiles on our face
Paulson Clan, Paulson Clan
Wishing you good cheer
And may you find 2009
To be your finest year!
