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Oh, you December boys got it badSongs of losers and dreamers can be such a dragBirthdays and graduations through a telephoneAnother son of a son of a rolling stoneNow, there's gonna come a time when your little world's coming apartCause there's a million little girls just dying to break your heartJackson, don't worry, you're a good man's sonBut damn, you should've seen us back when we were youngThe toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seenJackson, don't you worry, you're a good man's sonSee, your daddy and me, we were born to runAin't nothing's gonna change but ain't nothing gonna stay the sameQuestions are many but the answers are fewEach and every one coming down on youIn a box in the closet at the end of the hallAre our best guesses to them, one and allNow, there's gonna come a time when your little world's coming apartCause this whole world is just dying to break your heartJackson, don't worry, you're a good man's sonBut damn, you should've seen us back when we were youngThe toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seenSongtexteJackson, don't you worry, you're a good man's sonSee, your daddy and me, we were born to runAin't nothing gonna change but ain't nothing gonna stay the sameJackson, don't worry, you're a good man's sonBut damn, you should've seen us back when we were youngThe toughest set of kids that the mohawk had ever seenJackson, don't worry, you're a good man's sonTramps like us, we were born to runAin't nothing gonna change but ain't nothing gonna stay the same Aus Songtexte Mania