If I could talk to all the children in the clouds The ones who couldn't help but take it lying down I'd say despite your fate, you made your papa proud There's just some things a guy like that can't say out loud Oh, your mama, well, she just didn't know how A thousand years of being told to shut her mouth And kept down, down Down, down Kept down, down Down, down If I could steal away the outcast of the class I'd break him out of there and take him to the tracks We'd bet all of it on the horse with a broke back We'd watch it win while all the stallions came in last Oh boy, you see your odds ain't all that bad Slim to none but not so slim you've got to slip Between the cracks So come back, come back Pretty girl Wicked one Cut your curls Cut out your tongue ♪ One by one we'll let 'em burn off with the sun Can only hope they're somewhere finally having some fun Being young