On the level Boy, this could be your year Make an old man proud of you Forget about the tears See me eye-to-eye Stand up like a man Even from the underside Man, I never had a choice Never had a chance

I'm not havin' on a good day. But as you can plainly see On a good day, when I think about her I only cry a couple hundred tears On a good day, when I can't forget about her I can dull the pain with just a couple beers On a good day I can even fake a