Loose-lipped, keeps hip, rolling on his whitewall tires
Burning out his diesel now, looking like a forest fire
Ducktail jiver, common pearl diver
Let you have a piece real cheap
Those Sunday sermons got us all learning
How to look before the lion leaps
Oh I'd be Santa Clause and something more
Than a honeymoon in San Moritz
Ducktail jiver, nine to fiver
I'd like to buy a piece that fits
Overloaded, railroaded
On the border of a Spanish town
Adios amigos, me got to go, boss
Before they cut the poor boy down
So I'd like to buy a drink for someone
A pitcher and a glass
My circuit's run down, my fuse is blown
My childhood came at last
Sun-soaked, rain-choked
I need to get these batteries charged
Miles behind my parents' time
Living in the world's back yard