Dib Dooley - wiLD CHILD!

(Dum-dum-dum-dum-da-da-da-da-dum, da-da-dum, hey!)

Do you think you're benign?
I swore I've seen you in my lucid dreams
I think I manifested right
My life is feeling like a movie scene, hey
Bag my packs, I'm ready to go
I'm on a picture ticket to the one-way show
And I've got a million questions for the girl I used to know
But I got no time to talk to someone that low, a Wild Child's

Gotta keep an eye on the ball, a hand on the wheel in the front seat
A-na-na-na-na-na-na
Gotta have a one-track mind, there's no time, I'm on the off-beat
A-na-na-na
Now I'm going fast, burning gas, this kid's got places to be
A-na-na-na
And when you're going levels up to penthouse floor
Everybody else should see themselves right out the door

I pull up to Mr. Manager, I'm begging to stay
Just wrote a million-dollar record, haven't come here to play
To the record label, I could always clear up your blues
Can I pitch these vocals to you? Ha! A Wild Child's

Gotta keep an eye on the ball, a hand on the wheel in the front seat
A-na-na-na-na-na-na
Gotta have a one-track mind, there's no time, I'm on the off-beat
A-na-na-na
Now I'm going fast, burning gas, this kid's got places to be
A-na-na-na
And when I'm going levels up to penthouse floor
Everybody else should see out the door, a Wild Child's

No need to be where you are, in my car, life is a joyride
A-na-na-na-na-na-na
When I'm alive, I revive, got no time to mind the new divide, divide
A-na-na-na
Where's there's a beat, there is music
Take a seat or else you'll lose it
I wouldn't take that kind of chance

And when I'm waving to you miles from the ground
I know the message was heard without another sound

(Da-da-da-da)

Written by:
Dib Dooley

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