To be King
With all my friends
Celebrate every night
And get up and celebrate again.
'Cause we've all seen
Clint Eastwood kill a man
And we'd pay good money
To see the cowboy in him again.
'Cause there's the right way,
And there's the wrong way,
Hey!
Let's do it our way,
Let's do it our way,
Let's do it our way!
...
Stay young, loved and envy
And find comfort somewhere there.
I wanna be like Gord Downie,
The old men are so jealous here.
And I won't let it happen,
Won't have no
Sweet child of mine.
If they were just as good as Gordie,
They'd have made their dreams on time.
'Cause there's the right way,
And there's the wrong way.
Hey!
Let's do it our way,
Let's do it our way,
Let's do it our way!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Let's do it our way.
'Cause there's the right way,
And there's the wrong way,
Hey!
Let's do it our way,
Let's do it our way.
To be King,
With all my friends.
Celebrate every night,
And get up and celebrate again.
End