Cry, child 

Try to be bigger than me 

You'll see just how fast it all comes around 

You'll never be much 



Daddy holds my head when I sleep 

Sings me songs that his father once penned for him 

You'll never be much 

You'll never be much of anything 



Into the open air 

Into your smiling mug 

Into the open air to prove you're the top 

Out of the fierce parade 

Into your smiling mug 

Into the open air to prove you're the top 



Some days you don't want to get out of bed 

So you don't and everyone gets ahead in the world 

You'll never be much 



Some says the only thought that consoles your tired head at the close of another day is 

You'll never be much 

You'll never be much of anything 



Into the open air 

Into your smiling mug 

Into the open air to prove you're the top 

Out of the fierce parade 

Into your smiling mug 

Into the open air to prove you're the top