| I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline | |
| 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine | |
| If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to | |
| 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger | |
| Beck | |
| I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys | |
| I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time | |
| All my friends Tell me something is getting together | |
| I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather | |
| Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona | |
| Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners | |
| I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys | |
| I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time | |
| 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center | |
| If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight | |
| 'Cause nobody knows When the good times have passed out cold | |
| I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys | |
| I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time | |
| I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys | |
| I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time | |
| Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on | |
| Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on | |
| Ahhhowwww!! |