Uncle Frank - Being The Big Brother Lyrics
It’s hardBeing the big brotherIt’s hardBeing the big brotherIt’s hard, every kind of dayTelling my younglings just what to sayAnd it’s harder, cuz there’s twoWhat’s kind of cool, what not to doMaking duff copies of Electric BoogalooThey lose one, they lose twoNo not to worry, Yes to disturbDoing rollbacks off my Mums front curbBuying their first pair of Nike’sWatching them growAs big as me (not quite)Sitting in the summer eating angel delightPass on the rules down from my MumKeep my two brothers under the thumbSee my brother Ridd & JuniorAre protected you seeHeaded by the King of LestaFrankie BYou know what I’m sayin’…. please.It’s hardBeing the big brotherMy breaths still smelling like a juicy fruitThe girls look great in their birthday suitsEven if I’m not hanging with my youthYou can try & hide it but you know I’m cuteI’m tailored 32 x 2You’ve got to make me wait up in a queue?Just for a shoe?So when the ladies see me they say“It’s Junior B and screw”Matter of fact, they already doNow it's the young ’un of the family’s debutMy brother’s dropped me in the trackWith a little previewAnd I bring the bass for my party crewAnd that's you and that's you’sI’ve got girls under my skin like tattoosI’ve got music out my ears like 1s and 2sHaving….oh ****!It’s hardBeing the big brother
