(J. Roberts)

life leads me where it choose

i'm straping on my government shoes

and tightening my straight jacket

turn up the radio to drown out the racket

noise to noise

and crust to crust

my dodge omni is starting to rust

and its driving with the cruise control

i'm staring in space with my head like a hole

and trent reznor just sold his soul

to a little old man from ohio

one fish two fish

in a pan

i'll eat the grease while i still can

til my veins are choked

with bullet trains

that can make it from here to spain

in under an hour

if you can believe it

thats seventy five dollars

take it or leave it

priorty service is fifty more bucks

you're still sitting in line with all the ducks

without the right stuff

they couldnt play howard

but maybe john stewart

would have fared better

if he'd just gone along for the ride

just go along for the ride

just go along for the ride

tuck your planner inside

the flap in your sidecar

and let the reaper drive his hog

a chance of rain and patchy fog

with john phillips up in the skyfrog

and i'm stuck in traffic

bored out of my mind

an out of body experience

of the sixty ninth kind

and elvis is everywhere

stuffing his face

but i want to be anywhere

but in this rat race

the boa constrictor is such a disgrace

to cookie dough ice cream

and minty toothpaste

the next shuttle commander

is frankenstein's bride

and with rosenblatt beetles all swelled up with pride

i'm riding shotgun with bob at the wheel

and i'm just along for the ride