Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy

Ain't i seen you hanging around the nashville?

Didn't you used to be a packy back in the west end?

Is that right, is that right?

Well i see you been through so many changes

Heavy changes

I can't say i'm hip to where you're coming from

I can't say i hip to where you're going



Well i see something's growing in the back of your mind

I give you the willies

You don't like my kind

But i can sing like a jingle

Sting as bad as any



Hey, that you? is that still you?

You're looking mighty new wave

I hardly recognize you with that shish kabob through your face

But that's all right, yeah, that's all right

I guess you're trying to make a statement

You been out on the street

Looking for somebody to carve on

Well you can ramble,

Just don't go carving on me



'cause i don't mind the fashion

I've lived with your mind

I dig on the passions

The rest is just crap

I can sing like a jingle

And sting as bad as any



Hey, don't i know you?

Ain't i seen you before?

Yeah, you're the one doing a pyramid party

Down in marina del ray

With their spoon and friends

Still going through them changes

You got your pants full of money

And your nose in the air

You're a record producer

I don't really care

'cause i can sing like a jingle

Sting as bad as any






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