26 August 2026
Verse 1:
He’s thinking he’s Sonny
crusin’ all of Miami.
His windblown hair,
and his fancy Ferrari.
You know he ain’t thinkin’.
His sedan tells the tale.
He’s just plain ole Larry,
and this is doomed to fail.
Chorus:
Who’s got Larry?
He’s got himself off the chain.
He’s out in the wild,
and we are to blame.
We should all know better
than to let him get loose.
No one’s got Larry,
and there ain’t no excuse.
Verse 2:
Now he’s Han Solo
at warp speed, in the Falcon.
Hitting on a princess,
but with no better outcome.
He’s batting his eyes.
He’s givin’ the stare,
but there’s no wingman for Larry.
Ain’t no one, nowhere!
Chorus:
Who’s got Larry?
He’s got himself off the chain.
He’s out in the wild,
and we are to blame.
We should all know better
than to let him get loose.
No one’s got Larry,
and there ain’t no excuse.
Verse 3:
Larry’s out once again.
This time he’s Denzel.
He’s outthinking the bad guys,
and raisin’ some hell.
We knew it was bad.
We knew he was whacked.
We let Larry down,
and now he’s flat on his back.
Chorus:
Who’s got Larry?
He’s got himself off the chain.
He’s out in the wild,
and we are to blame.
We should all know better
than to let him get loose.
No one’s got Larry,
and there ain’t no excuse.
Who’s got Larry?
He’s got himself off the chain.
He’s out in the wild,
and we are to blame.
We should all know better
than to let him get loose.
No one’s got Larry,
and there ain’t no excuse.
Conversation at the end as music dies down.
Who’s got Larry?
I thought you had him.
No man…last time I saw him, he was with you.
No way dude. I never had him.
Oh man…where was the last time you saw him.
Hell, if I know…let’s retrace our steps. Let’s start at the bar….
A note from the lyricist
This just a silly song. I know a guy named Larry who may have been the guy in the song at some point in his life. But now he's just a guy I know...whose company I really enjoy. This one is for him!
