Lyrics:

It's rainin' on Old Yeller,
And it's carvin' a path,
So now we're on our way.

It's takin' us on journeys
While we walk away frowns
Amongst a crowded place.

Say, why you never call me?
No you never seem to call me
Now that I'm ok.

I'll beat you in the end,
And every time you turn around,
Here come the comin' of age!

Chorus

Ooooh
She saw my party
She saw my party

I cock and load (...)
When you question my mood,
Cause you ain't got no taste.


You talkin' 'bout my baby
I could flip you upside down
and I could mop this place!

Say why you never saw me?
No you never seen my car
Right in front 'yo face!

I'll smoke you in the end,
And don't you ever turn around
Cause here's that comin' of age!

Chorus