A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slotn'Cause he loaded it up nwhen I was there to buy some stringsnCertain times like thesenMean everything to mennTommy looked up at his novelty clocknHe stopped and locked up the shop to play a piecenHe turned and talked to men'Till I would have to leavennHe said young boy you gotta let it flynThere's a song in your lung and a dream in your eyenDon't you beg for prayer when there's so much morenYou can dream the whole damn storenThere be many a night when you can't find foodnFrom the long road home to the hotel roomnBut don't forget that I always believed in younnGood on you boynGood on menGood on younnA cigarette shock to the marigold potnAs they wished me good lucknI shut the door and crossed the streetnEvery couple weeksnI would check in just to seenTo dish up in the shocknWith the telephone upnPut my cigarette, coughnAnd said oh man it's good to hear from younAnd not believe nThat Tommy had to leavennHey there boy go ahead and flynSay hello to your mom in the midnight skynI won't forget that you always believed in men'Cause many a night when I can't find foodnTake a look at me now man I'm playing my tunesnI won't forget youn'Cause you were good to mennGood on you, boynHell, good on menBut good on you