Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy
Aint I seen you hanging around the nashville?
Didnt 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 cant say Im hip to where youre coming from
I cant say I hip to where youre going
Well I see somethings growing in the back of your mind
I give you the willies
You dont like my kind
But I can sing like a jingle
Sting as bad as any
Hey, that you? is that still you?
Youre looking mighty new wave
I hardly recognize you with that shish kabob through your face
But thats all right, yeah, thats all right
I guess youre trying to make a statement
You been out on the street
Looking for somebody to carve on
Well you can ramble,
Just dont go carving on me
cause I dont mind the fashion
Ive 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, dont I know you?
Aint I seen you before?
Yeah, youre 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
Youre a record producer
I dont really care
cause I can sing like a jingle
Sting as bad as any
