Another chanteuse on local radio
Another caboose on the hit parade-io
Says bye bye, bye bye
Another top ten list you ain’t on
Another day your name ain’t LeBron
Pack it in, why try

Pick your chin up off the ground, you ain’t leavin
Don’t get mad my friend, get even

Sometimes it’s a sparkling town
Sometimes backslaps all around
Sometimes it knocks you down, why is that
Sometimes, same things charge you up
Pull you down, drain your cup
Sometimes it all just sucks you dry

I hear you saying things that you can’t be believing
Don’t get mad my friend, get even

The house across the street that I been meaning now to photograph
For a year
I really like the way the roof it slants and dives and shoots around
Mostly I make it disappear

I’ll meet you down by the old canal
Bring your guitar, I’ll bring a ball
We’ll shoot free throws, make up songs the kids will sing
This time next year we’ll be kings
Do a lot of interviews, wear a lot of bling
Go to rehab, kick that cocaine in your cereal thing

There’s things you ain’t even begun achieving
Don’t get mad my friend, get even