I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch

Right on the California freeway

I took my holy bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive

Cause I know I know I know

Where I go oh lord they're gonna bless me jive



Poor you poor me

Poor everybody who buy to be

Poor me poor you

Poor everybody who die to do



I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine

And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue

I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string

Cause I know I know I know

What I dear I bear my charm to king



Poor you poor me

Poor everybody who buy to be

Poor me poor you

Poor everybody who die to do