Cranking out another '90s jam

Wish I could do something new

But nobody wants to hear that

They just want the classics

You can't blame 'em, really

There's something special about your early shit

I gotta grow up

And be a real adult

Stop complaining

And give the people what they want

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)

You know, I was just a kid from Connecticut

Alone in my room playing with a Tascam 688

I miss those days

I was happy

Tinkering in my room

All those hours

Chilling out in my cocoon

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)

I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)

I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere

Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.

Whoa, oh (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky)

Gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere