They made rules for fools, so get wise Where were you last night? Dear mummy, dear daddy, You had plans for me, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would become.

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

It's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow

Then you do the milkshake Put your hands in the air Come on boys! Do the ice cream freeze strike your pose Shake it, shake it down low Do the snow cone slide left to right And we can party all night

When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

It's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine So welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline, filling in time Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys' You brought a guitar to punish your ma

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street