C.E.O. - Weezer
Lyrics by：Rivers Cuomo
Produced by：Kenneth Blume/Klas Ahlund
Cranking out another 90's jam
Wish I could do something new
But nobody wants to hear that
They just want the classics
You can't blame em really
There's something special about your early shit
I gotta grow up
And be a real adult
Stop complaining
And give the people what they want
Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
You know I was just a kid from Connecticut
Alone in my room playing with a Tascam 688.
I miss those days
I was happy
Tinkering in my room
All those hours
Chilling out in my cocoon
Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere
It's getting me nowhere
Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere
It's getting me nowhere
Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere
It's getting me nowhere
