Some guys have shoulders like the Dakotas 
Some guys have a smile like New York City
Some guys’ eyes shine like South Miami 
I know this one guy, he’s seventeen
He doesn’t know what any of this means
We drove up to Door County and shot at some deer
When he finally hit one he lay down and covered his face

Well you have Jesus, he saved the free world
And you have Mohammed if you’re into that scene
Of course there’s Buddha, he’s so sweet
But I know this one guy, he’s seventeen
He fixed up his car and drove me all the way down to Springfield
We broke into the capital and peed from the gold rotunda
Then he called the cops and said hey boys the aliens have landed

I know what I’m doing, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing
Sometimes you just have to hope that when you let go
You can find your way back

So I told him I have plans
I’m not sure he fits in
I told him about the job in Melbourne
You know and that whole boy-boy thing
He just said please be quiet please
He just wants me to remember
That with him it was real