They want us to eat sh** and say thanks
They want to hand you paper, you can take that to the bank
Well I scratched their back but I still got my itch
Singin' Sammy can't drive 55 but I' headed for the ditch
The mood was ugly like they wanna k** us
Accountants and Lawyers actin' like they're Bruce Willis
They want us to turn down and play the blues
They want Mercedes-Benz' but all they got is BMW's
So like trained fleas you got to please the famous bar b**h
This road goes on forever so I'm headed for the ditch
I got a little drunk my head was spinnin'
I had a dream but it was not about women
I saw hippie and think it was Neil Young
He said he heard your song its already been sung
Then he handed me a mouth harp and a cold brain sandwich
Got in the ancient Cadillac and headed for the ditch
Ol' Neil got in the ancient Cadillac and headed for the ditch.