Lyrics Davey Rockit - 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
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