[Pigeon John] 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 [Chorus] 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" [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]