Good morning, son I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a Coke Maybe some fries The roast beef combo's only nine ninety-five
But it's okay You don't have to pay I've got all the change
Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does So weird to be back here
Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it
Good morning, son Twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down
And have a few beers
And I can tell You about today And how I picked you up And everything changed
It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does So weird to be back here
Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it
You'll try and try And one day you'll fly away
Good morning, son Good morning, son Good morning, son Good morning, son
Good morning, son (Good morning, son) I am a bird (Good morning, son) Good morning, son (Good morning, son)
It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things
Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does So weird to be back here Let me tell you what
The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it, oh
We're still fighting it We're still fighting it And you're so much like me I’m Sorry
--------
Source: genie
Comments
Post a Comment