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