Hey, little boy
Pack your bags
Don't be late for the big day
You are becoming who you are
This one's a stud, he gets it done
No one will stand in his way
You are running out of time
Boots as sharp as his wit
Yeah, he must have his way
Hid the corpse in the wall
Ain't no time like today
In too deep, never quit
Superstar resume
Do or die for the cause
Ain't no time like today
Mailman
Look at the size of that fat
Waistband
Okay, hey father, what's the
Game plan?
Should I listen to the
Mailman?
So one day I'll be grand
Sticks and drums, meat is gone
Spread those wings and open gates
Yeah, stay driven
Don't fall asleep at the wheel
Don't hold a grudge like his sons
Heard that one boy fucked his wife
Yeah, it's a love pact
She slipped right on that steel bat
Boots as sharp as his wit
Yeah, he must have his way
Hid the corpse in the wall
Ain't no time like today
In too deep, never quit
Superstar resume
Do or die for the cause
Ain't no time like today
Mailman
Look at the size of that fat
Waistband
Okay, hey father, what's the
Game plan?
Should I listen to the
Mailman?
So one day I'll be grand
So one day I'll be
Grand
I'll be (I-I'll be, I'll be, I-I'll be)
Grand
So one day I'll be grand
Mailman
Look at the size of that fat
Waistband
Okay, hey father, what's the
Game plan?
Should I listen to the
Mailman?
So one day I'll be grand
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