There is no money
Falling from the sky
Grow up
There is no fortune
Without an honest try
Grow up
Cos this is the year
Where everyone will hear
You've grown up
Greeted with cheers
A lovely atmosphere
He's grown up
A born performer
At the age of young
Tennis racquet in hand you strummed
A born pretender
You're an athlete, you're an activist
A scientist, mathematician
A liar
Now you have love & attention
Silver & gold
Diamonds & rubies
So red
And all this time
I knew you'd make it
The road was hard
But you stayed strong
And carried on