Got It Made

Gonna make us some shoes, gonna walk real far
Gonna build us a boat, and I'll play this guitar that I made you
Whilst wearing nice shoes

Gonna make us some suits to go with our shoes
Gonna cut my own hair and drink my home brew
Won't you join me for a bottle or two?

'Cause I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I, I made you love me and that's a home run

Drifting on downstream, our toes in the water
All the things that I made her, I could have brought that just ain't me
That ain't my style

So let's make a big noise, let's make the news
Let's start a new craze with homemade tattoos
Drinking home brew, whilst wearing our shoes

'Cause I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I, I made you love me and that's a home run

Now our shoes have got holes
And this guitar's out of tune
And our homemade tattoos, they're faded and blue

Now I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none
And I, I made you love me and that's a home run
And I'm, I'm Jack of all trades, master of none
And I, I made you love me, that's a home run



Credits
Writer(s): Peter James Briley, David Christian Roux, Peter Briley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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