C.E.O.

Lyrics by：Rivers Cuomo

Produced by：Kenneth Blume/Klas Ahlund

Cranking out another 90's jam

Wish I could do something new

But nobody wants to hear that

They just want the classics

You can't blame em really

There's something special about your early shit

I gotta grow up

And be a real adult

Stop complaining

And give the people what they want

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky

You know I was just a kid from Connecticut

Alone in my room playing with a Tascam 688.

I miss those days

I was happy

Tinkering in my room

All those hours

Chilling out in my cocoon

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky

I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere

Here comes the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky

I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere

Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.

I gotta keep this rocket in the sky

I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's

It's getting me nowhere

It's getting me nowhere