Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell

And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars

And Evel Knievel, like Virgil

Was a gentleman as well as a scholar



I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot

And you know I hang like a hex on a barn

Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file

Above and beyond the hole nine yards



Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette

And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets

Jesse James couldn't even handle it

Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit



'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks

There's no such thing as beginner's luck

I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one

Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone



It's about time you started learning

Started learning to come to where the flavor is

Flavor is



It's about time you started learning

You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is

Flavor is



The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country

Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass

Junk bondage racks never cut you slack

But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs



Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful

You'll find that it's really not unusual

When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

A holy trinity in Flavor Country



It's about time you started learning

Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is

Flavor is



I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle

And you are my happy trail

You are my happy trail

You are my happy trail

You are my happy trail