John Reuben - Sing It Like You Mean It lyrics

I go by a few names: Johnny Reubonic, Don Rubio. (What?) Round on the ends and high in the middle. (Ohio!) I'm leaving to maximize my potential. U-Haul rental packed full of the essentials. Confidence? Check! Yes, I'm feeling special. Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it started. Someday I'll be your favorite artist. Dumb enough to be that confident. Beat the odds with the backhanded compliment. Sing it like you mean it. (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', the party ain't— Twelve guys in a two-bedroom apartment. Living large shouldn't look this desperate. Walking on stars. Bums on a park bench. Here's a quarter to avoid an argument, oh. We felt like the very first ones Trying to write the universe an anthem. Tomorrow we're old; tonight we're young. What could be more brilliant than to just play dumb? (Hey!) Sing it like you mean it. (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', the party ain't— Sing it like you mean it. (Johnny, you've got it.) (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Johnny, you've lost it.) (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Johnny Reubonic.) (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', until we've out— outgrown it. (Ohio!) Outgrown it. (Ohio!) Roaring 20s. Depressed at 30. Busybodies move with urgency. I put my ear to the street. Somebody catch me up to speed. I want to win, but I don't want to compete. Take the good with the bad. Chew the meat. Spit the fat. Owe some land. Pay the tax. Minivan with two-and-a-half. Raise your gla**. Toast the past. It all happened a little too fast. Pa**ionate about what you can't get back. Sing it like you mean it. (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', the party ain't— Sing it like you mean it. (Johnny, you've got it.) (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Johnny, you've lost it.) (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Johnny Reubonic.) (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', until we've outgrown it. Sing it like you mean it. (Johnny, you've got it.) (Come on, come on.) Make me believe it. (Johnny, you've lost it.) (Come on, come on.) Dream like you own it. (Johnny Reubonic.) (Come on, come on.) The party ain't stoppin', until we've out— outgrown it. I go by a few names: Johnny Reubonic, Don Rubio... Cool the Underdog.