Oh, you December boys got it bad
Songs of losers and dreamers can be such a drag
Birthdays and graduations through a telephone
Another son of a son of a rolling stone
Now, there's gonna come a time when your little world's 
coming apart
Cause there's a million little girls just dying to 
break your heart
Jackson, don't worry, you're a good man's son
But damn, you should've seen us back when we were young
The toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seen
Jackson, don't you worry, you're a good man's son
See, your daddy and me, we were born to run
Ain't nothing's gonna change but ain't nothing gonna 
stay the same
Questions are many but the answers are few
Each and every one coming down on you
In a box in the closet at the end of the hall
Are our best guesses to them, one and all
Now, there's gonna come a time when your little world's 
coming apart
Cause this whole world is just dying to break your 
heart
Jackson, don't worry, you're a good man's son
But damn, you should've seen us back when we were young
The toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seen
Jackson, don't you worry, you're a good man's son
See, your daddy and me, we were born to run
Ain't nothing gonna change but ain't nothing gonna stay 
the same
Jackson, don't worry, you're a good man's son
But damn, you should've seen us back when we were young
The toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seen
Jackson, don't worry, you're a good man's son
Tramps like us, we were born to run
Ain't nothing gonna change but ain't nothing gonna stay 
the same