Old Boy

What up what up, old boy?

It took awhile to find you, to track you down

By the river with them cold boys

I heard you made a million

It doesn't matter what I do or say

I never ever seem to get his attention

He lives a hundred-thousand miles away

I can't decide if he's a myth or a legend

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

Still I hold on to

What up what up, old boy?

It took awhile to find you, to track you down

By the river with them cold boys

I heard you made a million

Hi

I am your son

You are to blame

Goodbye

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

Still I hold on to

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

I can't be the best

Still I hold on to

Won't be the best

Still I hold on to

More

Something more

Something more

Something

Something

Something

Something

What up what up, old boy?

It took awhile to find you, to track you down

By the river with them cold boys

It took awhile to find you