What A Guy

Move out of the way
'Cause there's a cool guy coming through
He's dressed to the nine
And he's sporting the coolest shoes

You know, he is the type
The other guys wanna be
And all the ladies love his style
He's driving by with the finer things

The people love him and they're so obsessed
But please don't tell him that his head is a mess

What a guy, he's so great
He can do it all, or so they say
What a guy, he's so cool
Doesn't even brag about his revenue

What a guy, what a pal
He'll prove his worth right here, right now
What a guy, what a friend
Drinks on him, cheers to the weekend

What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy
What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy

He's so very strong and he don't even gotta flex
And I'm standing down because I know that he's the best

Nah, I can't compare to his power and his might
I've done all I can, but no comparison in sight

I want to be him and I'm so obsessed
But I'll have to live with being second best

What a guy, he's so great
He can do it all, or so they say
What a guy, he's so cool
Doesn't even brag about his revenue

What a guy, what a pal
He'll prove his worth right here, right now
What a guy, what a friend
Drinks on him, cheers to the weekend

What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy
What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy
What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy

None can compete to his popularity
But who can blame him? He's such a masterpiece
He is so perfect, or at least that's how it seems
I guess I'll have to settle being me

What a guy, he's so great
He can do it all, or so they say
What a guy, he's so cool
Doesn't even brag about his revenue

What a guy, what a pal
He'll prove his worth right here, right now
What a guy, what a friend
Drinks on him, cheers to the weekend

What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy
What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy
What a guy, what a guy, what a guy, what a guy



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Writer(s): Justin Llamas
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