You’re racing, he’s outpacing you easily. It isn’t fair.
How is it this boy can beat your best without a care?
Big brother’s nine years older; you know you can’t keep up. Still you’re there, just nipping at his heels, an annoying pup.
Of course, he doesn’t notice. For him, there’s no contest
nothing to compete about. No way that you can wrest
attention from his exploits or his accomplishments.
You pray somedays for your victorays and brother’s descent.

Big brother is not watching you. He doesn’t see a thing.
If he finds you doing something wrong, he won’t give Mom a ring.
He pays you no attention. With your bands he does not sing.
He doesn’t care for what you do; he doesn’t see a thing.

No matter how you try to tease him with your stones and sticks
your brother just ignores you to go spend his time with chicks.
He’s well into his teenage years and you are nowhere near.
His interests you can’t understand and will not for some years.
You boys are living separate lives; just take a look at’im now.
He’s off to see a movie with this extra zaftig frau.
Maybe when you’re older, the divide will lessen some
but at this point in time you couldn’t stick to him with gum.

Big brother’s not a babysitter; he is not watching you.
He doesn’t give a rat’s patoot to what you feel or do
or think or care about or want or what you’re living through
and whatever it may be, I know your bro’s not watching you.