 Who knew I'd grow a black post-war bomber? Said post-high school, the my diploma Smell the aroma, check my hips I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the... They call me cowboy, I'm a singer in black So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at Say, hey, hey, let me hear where you're at Say, hey, hey, I'm giving it back So say, hey, hey, show me some respect