Cold Lake Honky Tonk

I grew up in a small town
North of Edmonton way
I thought that I could make it big
In the city someday

So I moved to Toronto
With that big CN Tower
That phallic symbol of status
Fame, glory, money, and power

But things didn't work out
Quite the way that I would have liked Cause I got screwed over
By a promoter named Mike

I wanted to be a rapper
Like Tupac or like Drake
But now I play pianer
In the bar in Cold Lake

I believe in dreamin'
Cause it makes me feel like a G
I believe the big homie up there
Ain't dreaming about little old me
And I believe in angels
And I know that they're my type
But I know there ain't no angels
Working bar on Tuesday night

My Mama she won't call me
And my ex-wife, well she's mad
Cause my son calls me homie
Yeah he won't
He won't call me Dad

I used to make hundreds
Now I, I only make tens
They called me Drizzy Moolah
Now they just call me Ken

And I don't know much about dreaming
But I know it don't pay no rent
I gotta sit here and sit of the reasons
Why I'm living with no friends
And I don't know much about angels
But I know they don't work Tuesday night
Cause that's the night I do my take
At the bar in Cold Lake

Now I play piano
In a bar in Cold Lake