Cry, child    Try to be bigger than me    You'll see just how fast it all comes around    You'll never be much       Daddy holds my head when I sleep    Sings me songs that his father once penned for him    You'll never be much    You'll never be much of anything       Into the open air    Into your smiling mug    Into the open air to prove you're the top    Out of the fierce parade    Into your smiling mug    Into the open air to prove you're the top       Some days you don't want to get out of bed    So you don't and everyone gets ahead in the world    You'll never be much       Some says the only thought that consoles your tired head at the close of another day is    You'll never be much    You'll never be much of anything       Into the open air    Into your smiling mug    Into the open air to prove you're the top    Out of the fierce parade    Into your smiling mug    Into the open air to prove you're the top