Down Boy

No fame, all there is

All there was on the second lady

Can't take a cent, take a cut

Of that kind of ranI'll stand, kind of pushed

Kind of bent on this heavy land

I'll stand for the sake of my friend

I will see him thereDown, down

Count me down, down

Down boy, down

Count me down

Down boy, down boy

Down boy, downThe same not begin

Not give up in a better way

Again, washed the stain off his bed

Not to split him upI'll stand for the sake of my friend

I will see him there

Well, I will see him thereDown, down

Count me down, down

Down boy, down

Count me down

Down boy, down boyDown boy, down

Down count me down

Down, down boy