Bojack, baby
Tell me, are you happy lately?
Do you ever miss real life with me
Or are you lost in making fans go crazy?
Bojack, honey
I know you're making real good money
Enough to buy the girls you wanted
But none of them will love you like me
And oh Lord
You're in for a rude awakening
When you wake up in a mountain at 43
And all your friends are sick of drugs and getting married
Oh, Lord
Baby, you're in for a life you wish you could leave
And I would have loved you through everything
Now all you're gonna be is rich, and lost, and lonely
Bojack, baby
Tell me, are you happy lately?
Do you ever miss real life with me
Or are you lost in making fans go crazy?
