Letras
Well they want us to eat shit and say thanks
Yeah they want a head of paper you can take that to the bank
Well I scratched their back but I still got my itch
Said Sammy can't drive 55 but I'm headed for the ditch, yeah
Not a moody son they like ain't gonna kill us
Accountants and lawyers acting like they're Bruce Willis
Oh well they want us to turn down and play the blues
Yeah they want Mercedes Benz all they got is BMWs
So I can't please you got to please the famous bar bitch
This road goes on forever so I'm headed for the ditch, bye
Well I got a little drunk my head was swimming
I had this dream and it was not about women
I saw this hippie and I think it was Neil Young
He said I heard your song it's already been sung
Well then he handed me a mouth harp and a cold bread sandwich
Got in the ancient Cadillac and headed for the ditch
Oh Neil got in that ancient Cadillac and headed for the ditch, see ya