[Sean SLUG Daley] [Hook] To my surprise, discovered that I really don't know much Most of much of what I know catches a (what?) (3X) (what are you doin?) [Verse 1] Runnin' from the law, not my favorite hobby I'm relieved that I saw the speed trap before he saw me I don't need another ticket, I've gotta collection in the glovebox They make great souvenirs cause they weigh less than rocks Man you better slow your roll, let the numbers get low Like a 55 stroll to move past the patrol Hope he don't already know about my top speed Like the helicopter radar that caught me outside of Milwaukee I'm still livin this life, tryin to escape the problems Quick and quiet at night just like the insects and the goblins It's the gas fumes, the fast food, yo its all of the above It's meetin' women for a weekend and fallin deep in love As good as it gets, and its as bad as you make it But ain't nuthin' like bathin' in a freezin' river naked And I really don't know much but I know enough to know Now that I'm lost I've never been so found... (so in touch) Take this job and give it to someone else Corn on the cob is better when its hot with melted bu*ter on top Could warm the soul, but this ones cold Cause I stole it off the side of the road I'm not a real thief, I don't steal more than I need Everything I take I eat, I never do it for the greed I'm just a gravel trail type of man Pull the car behind the brush and get in touch with your farm land So if and gotta healthy lookin' garden in your backyard I'll pull over to admire then I'll check for a dog And if the area is clear I'll be back here tonight Set dinner for one under the moonlight... [Hook (but spoken and layered)] Discovered that, I really don't know much, most of much of what I know catches a, "what?" to my surprise (X2) In the moonlights when to strike, under the stars gettin' ours There's a breeze every night Carrots, tomatoes, green beans, cabbages, rhubarb, cauliflower, corn, radishes [Verse 2] Here it comes, here it is, and there it went, sunrise Alright, now its time to get on witcha life Loaded up the Ford, with all the rations supplies And hit the road to fly the friendly skies It's been about a month since I left St. Paulie Girl behind Punctured the heart but it was for her own good Left her sittin' in the kitchen with the breakfast dishes And gave a name to this distance that she never would've understood Roll the window down, got the sounds distortin' And I got my last paycheck and half a carton of Newports man And I'm never gonna quit 'til I face my challenge And I use your mathematics just to average my gallons And if you buy my tape it puts work on my odometer 10 bucks'd take me 300 kilometers Runnin from myself won't stop until I pop So keep an eye open for me at your local record shop [Hook 8X] To my surprise Discovered that I really don't know much, and most of much of what I know catches a What? And I found myself, when I lost myself (until fade)