Long Jon Silver by The Happy Children Lyrics
I pulled your leg with every rope that I found inside our two car garage with intention to receive attention
I just want to be the one
Everybody's favorite son
Wake up the next day yawning off bad dreams of rejection from my friends
The praise that I weaseled in has gone away and left me gray
I am in a funk today
When I was pretty young I'd put on thongs of my mom's matter of fact heals too and parade into the living room
Everybody'd laugh and say "tension eased another day"
But now I am strapped into a car seat of sorts, drivers definitely not my mom and I'm feeling at home already
I just want to be the one
Everybody's favorite son
You should be afraid of me
It's just that I'm not ugly
Long Jon Silver had his long Jon swinging in my face which made me wanna start a franchise of my own
I'd call it something clever but expressive like his and I would sell it for a gazillion dollars
Later I'd find that the money I made was counterfeit. I couldn't even buy a friend
Jesus Christ must've known something that I don't because he seems to make a lotta money
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
You should be afraid of me
It's just that I'm not ugly
I just want to be the one
Everybody's favorite son
Wake up the next day yawning off bad dreams of rejection from my friends
The praise that I weaseled in has gone away and left me gray
I am in a funk today
When I was pretty young I'd put on thongs of my mom's matter of fact heals too and parade into the living room
Everybody'd laugh and say "tension eased another day"
But now I am strapped into a car seat of sorts, drivers definitely not my mom and I'm feeling at home already
I just want to be the one
Everybody's favorite son
You should be afraid of me
It's just that I'm not ugly
Long Jon Silver had his long Jon swinging in my face which made me wanna start a franchise of my own
I'd call it something clever but expressive like his and I would sell it for a gazillion dollars
Later I'd find that the money I made was counterfeit. I couldn't even buy a friend
Jesus Christ must've known something that I don't because he seems to make a lotta money
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
You should be afraid of me
It's just that I'm not ugly