When kids go out and play,
I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze,
Just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
I push the envelope to the line,
Make it, break it, take it,
I'm coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio,
I'm coming down with the new style
And you know it's buck wild.
I'm on the radio station touring round the nation,
Leaving the scene in devastation.
I can see it in your eyes.
It's close enough to touch it now,
But far away enough to die.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no cryin ass bitchin from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's cd
So just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute,
I can show you something in it,
That has yet to be presented, oh yeah!
I'm coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio,
I'm coming down with the new style
And you know it's buck wild.
I'm on the radio station touring round the nation,
Leaving the scene in devastation.
Why have I clouded up my mind,
Why's my mother always right,
And will I make it to the end or will I crawl away and die.
On those Saturday when kids go out and play
I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
On Saturdays when kids go out and play,
I'm coming down on the stereo hear me on the radio.
I'm comin down with the new style you know it's buck wild. Everybody, Everybody come on. Click Click Boom