This might pinch a little Let's give it a try Pull it together, don't cry 'Cause you're a big boy now You're doing big-boy things You're gonna learn to fly with your big boy wings
See, the middle of the road Really not my speed I got thrills to chase, bills to pay, mouths to feed Only halfway now To the finish line You gotta get some rest If you're gonna make good time
Follow the leader, blind in faith His head is pointed the right way Underachievers, hide your face We're gonna ride this thing to space
All aboard
I see a golden ladder I'm tryin' to climb But you're tuggin' my britches And I'm fallin' behind Just a pillowcase Over the shoulder You still act the same But you're a lot older
With a great big lens Ten thousand feet It's safe to say the move to make was crystal clear We're eatin' up the clock Wasting the day While the opposition is feasting away
Follow the leader, blind in faith His head is pointed the right way Underachievers, hide your face We're gonna ride this thing to space
All aboard
La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa, all aboard
La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa, all aboard
La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa La-la-la-laa, all aboard
Compositores: Matthew Followill, Jared Followill, Caleb Followill & Nathan Followill