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I met Paul McCartney At an L.A. afterparty In a tux made by Armani, wondering, "What I'm doing here?" We were 'bout to leave and our friend Greg asked if we'd like to meet him No one would believe me except—I swear—my mom was there One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other They tell you don't meet your heroes Now, I'm shaking his hand I don't know what I expected Turns out he's just a man Forgot to ask for a picture So, now, nobody knows That I met Paul McCartney He was like Jesus but taller Laying untied on my placard He was messing with my collar And tie Asked why I wore it this way I told him it's a mistake I changed it earlier today from a clip-on They tell you don't meet your heroes Letras de cancionesNow, I'm shaking his hand I don't know what I expected Turns out he's just a man Forgot to ask for a picture So, now, nobody knows That the reason I make music is my dad played "Let It Be" on 45 But I just talked about the weather He said, "I can't tie a bow tie," I said, "Paul, neither can I" And both our wives just rolled their eyes at how helpless we both can be Guess, I've got that going for me One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other Someone said, "Have fun in Fiji." Turned and it was Dave Grohl He was talking Survivor with Survivor's Jeff Probst Asked Maren, "Where the hell are we?" She said, "Who the hell knows?" One foot in front of the other One foot in front of the other From Letras Mania