Weezer - C.E.O.

Cranking out another 90s jam Wish I could do something new But nobody wants to hear that They just want the classics You can't blame them, really There's something special about your early shit I've gotta grow up And be a real adult Stop complaining And give the people what they want (What they want!) Here comes the C.E.O. I've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (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've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky) I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere

Here comes the C.E.O. I've gotta keep this rocket in the sky (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky) I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere Here comes the founder and the C.E.O. Whoa (Gotta keep this rocket in the sky) I've gotta stop thinking like a mad professor 'cause it's It's getting me nowhere, it's getting me nowhere