Davey Rockit

There once was a boy by the name of Davey Rockit
 and moved out from Tennessee
 He came out to Hollywood to be a famous DJ
 His name in the magazines
 Everyone told him not to do it
 They said, "Dave just chill
 And get a job, and go get a gig at the mall"
 He didn't say a word, he just shook his head and grinned
 Stood up and surprised them all
 He said, "One of these days, I'm gonna be large
 I'll practice all night long
 I've packed my bags, I've traveled too far
 to ever go back home"
 Cause momma was a weeping willow
 His daddy wish he did the same thing years ago
 When he was young he played the drums, opened for Artie Shaw
 Wanted to be a jazz legend and a superstar
 But his dreams faded when they had little David
 He secretly resented all his friends that made it
 And to be honest grew to hate and love his own son
 And couldn't understand where the rage was comin from
 Davey and his momma was on tiptoes
 Cause they never knew which daddy would open the do'
 Either the mad, sad, happy or the drunk one
 Davey like the drunk, it was the only time he spoke to him
 He sat down and yelled for a Coors Light
 Davey brought it for him, it was the only thing he did right
 He said "Son, your daddy used to be sum'n
 Now I work at some place that don't mean NOTHIN
 And you gon' be JUST like your old man"
 Davey laughed and said "Dad, that's the main plan!"
 And daddy laughed at that
 And told Davey, "Get another from the six-pack"
 There once was a boy by the name of Davey Rockit
 A thousand miles outside of home
 All he had was his car and a hundred in his pocket
 And he already felt alone