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