A
kid is lazy.
What kind of child grows up to be
Somebody who just loves to burn
What kind of child grows up to be
Somebody who just loves to burn
That one got lazy-itis
That one going along
That one goes wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah
All the way home
All the way home
Yeah,
I hope I don't go top of the class He's got a sharp tongue,
can't do what he's
asked Just does what he wants
Just does what he wants
And I think I did the right thing
With slipping away,
yeah And the ache that's making me ache
He's gone for the day, yeah
That one got lazy-itis
That one going along
That one goes wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah,
wah
All the way home All the way home
We're gonna make you a star We're gonna make you a star
We're gonna make you a star
We're gonna make you a star
All the way home
All the way home
We're gonna make you a star We're gonna make you a star
We're gonna make you a star
We're gonna make you a star