Call Me Sir

[Pat Monahan:]
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "sir"

Northern California, same old Friday night
I tend to be invisible underneath these city lights
Then I met my baby, felt like I struck gold
Now they treat me like royalty everywhere I go
Oh-oh, oh-oh

When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "sir"

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "sir"
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

[Cam:]
I ain't going nowhere unless he's there with me
'Cause I don't stand in line no more, admission's always free
He could break the law, he could break your heart in two
But I promise that you won't care when he smiles at you
Oh-oh, oh-oh

[Pat Monahan (Travie McCoy):]
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "sir" (Come on)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "sir"
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh (Ha-ha)
Call me "sir"
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh (Come on. Hey, Pat)
Call me "sir" (Heh-heh-ha!)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh (Yo!)
(Something about her man)
(She makes me feel like a million bucks, bruh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh (It's Trav. What it do?)

[Travie McCoy:]
Every time we hit the streets it's like a world premier
She makes me feel like Sia swinging from that chandelier (Wait for 'em)
Went from marginally famous to the top of the A-list
And just for future reference, here's a tip, Mr. Belvedere:
Never judge a book by its cover (No)
And never judge an ugly duckling by his mother (Uh-uh)
The frog prince got kissed, her lips granted his wish
It's a sad world when your net worth determines your lover, but (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; yo soy sad)
What would I ever do without you, huh?
I probably wouldn't have a clue without you
But one thing's for sure: when I pull up with her
Don't refer to me as "Travie". You can, you can

[Pat Monahan:]
Call me "sir"
What would I ever do without you?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
What would I ever do without you? (Call me "sir")
What would I ever do without you?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
Call me "sir"
What would I ever do without you?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
What would I ever do without you? (Call me "sir")
What would I ever do without you?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)
Call me "sir"