Beck

Sissyneck

I don't need no wheels,
I don't need no gasoline,
'Cause the wind that is blowing,
Is blowing like a smoke machine,

If I said to you,
That I was looking for a place to get to,
'Cause my neck is broken,
And my pants ain't getting no bigger,

I got a stolen wife,
And a rhinestone life,
And some good ol' boys,
I'm writing my will,
On a three dollar bill,
In the evening time,

All my friends,
Tell me something is getting together,
I got a beard that would disappear,
If I'm dressed in leather,

Now let me tell you about my baby,
She was born in Arizona,
Sitting in the jailhouse,
Trying to learn some good manners,

I got a stolen wife,
And a rhinestone life,
And some good ol' boys,
I'm writing my will,
On a three dollar bill,
In the evening time,

Matchsticks strike,
When I'm riding my bike to the depot,
'Cause everybody knows my name,
At the recreation center,

If I could only find a nickel,
I would pay myself off tonight,
'Cause nobody knows,
When he good times have passed out cold,

I got a stolen wife,
And a rhinestone life,
And some good ol' boys,
I'm writing my will,
On a three dollar bill,
In the evening time,

I got a stolen wife,
And a rhinestone life,
And some good ol' boys,
I'm writing my will,
On a three dollar bill,
In the evening time,

Don't talk to me,
If you're looking for somebody to cry on,
Ahhhowwww!!,

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