Real World

There's a girl on channel thirteen
I know she's gonna fall in love with me
And I'm gonna win the lottery tomorrow, or the next day

I drive a Mercedes Benz
I've got a whole butt load of friends
I'm gonna be on CMT someday

But in my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wish they would
In my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke, don't you know

I got more money than George Strait
I throw Benjies out the window all day
Just to see how far they fly, bye bye

I get more girls than the president
Mom and Dad still pays the rent
And I throw parties all night long

But in my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wish they would
In my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke, don't you know (so know)

In my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wish they would
In my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke, don't you know

In my real world
Things don't always turn out so good
Like you wish they would
In my real world
I'm a little bit messed up and broke, don't you know, ouhh, ouhh

I'm a rock star, I'm a cowboy, everybody loves this song
I'm a rock star, I'm a cowboy, everybody sing along

I'm a rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
I'm a cowboy (I'm a cowboy)
Everybody loves this song
I'm a rock star (I'm a rock star)
I'm a cowboy (I'm a cowboy)
Everybody sing along

I've got a spaceship fully equipped, 'cause I'm a cowboy Stevie Wonder
I've got a spaceship fully equipped, 'cause I'm a cowboy Stevie Wonder

No one's got a name for the brain in a scarecrow
How can he believe all he sees on the TV
Nothin but extreme overexecuted fantasy
Happy dancing feet down the street on the corner
Some they say he's silly, some they say that he's a loner

How can you explain he's got a name nobody knows it
Did anybody ever stop and offer him a Prozac
Prozac, Prozac, Prozac

No one's got a name for the brain in a scarecrow
How can he believe all he sees on the TV
Nothing but extreme overexecuted fantasy
Happy dancing feet down the street on the corner
Some they say he's silly, some they say that he's a loner

How can you explain he's got a name nobody knows it
Did anybody ever stop and offer him a Prozac
Ayy, hey, hey



Credits
Writer(s): John Rich, Kenny Alphin, Adam Shoenfeld
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