I’m a Johnny‑come‑lately die‑hard skeptic.
Got an ulcer, I think it’s peptic.
Tell me what you truly believe.
I’ll listen a while then get up and leave.
I once bought me this one owner car.
Salesman said it hadn’t been driven real far
By the little old lady who drove it to church
Guaranteed not to leave me in the lurch.
Stick out your tongue
Blow your nose
Climb another rung
Anything goes.
This fella sold me some ocean front land
High up on a Tennessee ridge.
He financed it, really gave me a hand
Then he showed me this real nice bridge.
They tell me that the check is in the mail
And trouble always gives a warning.
Her love for me will never ever fail
She’ll still respect me in the morning.
Stick out your neck
Do the daily grind
Bounce another check
Cover your behind.
Don’t you know that I’m truly sorry
For everything that I’ve done wrong
Van Gogh thought the sky was starry
And I thought this was a song.
Stick out your chin
Blow your mind
Walk right on in
See what you can find.
