He Wants My Hat Lyrics
Alan Guno He Wants My Hat
Little bro Billy was born in Alabama
Momma gave birth at a quarter to three
Since then, he chased me like a puppy
Who knew what a rascal he’d be
Little bro Billy took on all my vices
A perfect copycat where I was involved
And now his blatant imitation
Leaves me with a riddle I can’t solve
He wears my old shirts
He wears my old boots
Drives fast, like it’s a NASCAR race
Picks up girls with
My tired old lines, but
He ain’t ready yet to take my place
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
Little bro Billy picked up my bad habits
A girl and a drink in each hand
He says he’s following my footsteps
This boy thinks that he’s now a man
I told him once
I told him twice
You don’t want my kind of life, but
A brother’s words
May come too late
When it comes to trouble he can’t wait
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
He wants my hat
And now he’s sixteen
It’s like a battle scene
Gotta sit him down and set him straight, so
My little Billy Bro
My hat won’t mean you’re grown
And I’ll do anything to change your fate
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
Don’t even think about that
He wants my hat
Wants my hat
Momma gave birth at a quarter to three
Since then, he chased me like a puppy
Who knew what a rascal he’d be
Little bro Billy took on all my vices
A perfect copycat where I was involved
And now his blatant imitation
Leaves me with a riddle I can’t solve
He wears my old shirts
He wears my old boots
Drives fast, like it’s a NASCAR race
Picks up girls with
My tired old lines, but
He ain’t ready yet to take my place
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
Little bro Billy picked up my bad habits
A girl and a drink in each hand
He says he’s following my footsteps
This boy thinks that he’s now a man
I told him once
I told him twice
You don’t want my kind of life, but
A brother’s words
May come too late
When it comes to trouble he can’t wait
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
He wants my hat
And now he’s sixteen
It’s like a battle scene
Gotta sit him down and set him straight, so
My little Billy Bro
My hat won’t mean you’re grown
And I’ll do anything to change your fate
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
And when we’re flyin’ down the freeway
Ain’t too much that he’ll say
He acts before he’s got the facts, and
He don’t talk, he don’t chat
He don’t care ‘bout all that
One thing on his mind
He wants my hat
Don’t even think about that
He wants my hat
Wants my hat
