I was just a baby boy In the story I’m about to tell you So my mother was rocking me on the rocking chair Then my brother, he thought it would be funny To rock the chair harder Pretend like there’s an earthquake going one Like an earthquake’s going on Then my mother dropped me accidentally on my head Now I’m created, probably woulda liked sports instead
But she dropped me on my head, yeah So I thank my brother for dropping me on my head
Now I’m thinking, thinking Everything happens for a reason Now I’m thinking, I’m thinking Everything happens for a reason No luck
Now I’m all grown up Now I’m all grown up Now I’m all grown up Now I’m all grown up Grown up