C.E.O. Songtext
von Weezer

Cranking out another 90′s jam
Wish I could do something new
But nobody wants to hear that
They just want the classics
You can't blame em really
There′s something special about your early shit

I gotta grow up
And be a real adult
Stop complaining
And give the people what they want

Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky

You know, I was just a kid from
Connecticut alone in my room playing with a Tascam
I miss those days


I was happy
Tinkering in my room
All those hours
Chilling out in my cocoon
Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It's getting me nowhere
It′s getting me nowhere

Here comes the C.E.O.
I gotta keep this rocket in the sky
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it′s
It's getting me nowhere
It′s getting me nowhere

Here comes the founder and the C.E.O.
I gotta stop thinking like a mad professor cuz it's
It′s getting me nowhere
It's getting me nowhere