Lyrics
MIGHTY MAN
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
Mighty Man and a couple friends
got drunk and screwed up the old man’s Benz.
Hit a post in a wild swerve,
put his buddy in a coma out on Dead Man’s Curve.
All his other buddies have fled the scene,
his teachers turned cold, Coach kicked him off the team.
Mighty Man, don’t you blow your cool,
forget those losers back in your high school.
Mighty Man, you’re the star of your show.
Chin up, chest out, rock and roll.
Mighty Man, you’re the star of your show.
Chin up, chest out, rock and roll.
Now you’re all growed-up and making your way,
it gets better with age, I’m happy to say.
Focus on the future, get a chickie you your side,
make a bit of money, buy yourself a cool ride.
Mighty Man, you’re the star of your show.
Chin up, chest out, rock and roll.
Mighty Man, you’re the star of your show.
Chin up, chest out, rock and roll.
Copyright 2005, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins