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 middle religion
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
And 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
Something more
What up what up, old boy? It took awhile to find you, to track you down By the river with them cold boys It tool awhile to find yo