Well, she got her daddy’s car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blastin’
Goes cruisin’ just as fast as she can now
And she’ll have fun, fun, fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin’
And down in the dips, she started to rockin’
I looked in my mirror, a red light was blinkin’
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln”
If the trailer’s rockin’ don’t come knockin’ on my door
If you can read it’s plain to see you ain’t welcome here no more
Ah, your jackrabbit lovin’ and your drinkin’ and your snorin’ don’t work for me no more
So if the trailer’s rockin’ then don’t come knockin’ on my door
Kick off your shoes, start losin’ the blues
This old house ain’t got nothing to lose
Seen it all for years, you start spreading the news
We got room on the floor, come on, baby, shake something loose
Yeah, the house is a-rockin’, don’t bother knockin’
Yeah, the house is a-rockin’, don’t bother knockin’
Yeah, the house is a-rockin’, don’t bother, come on in
Worry the bottle, Mama
It’s grapefruit wine
Kick off your high-heeled sneakers
It’s party time
The girls don’t seem to care what’s on
As long as they play ‘til dawn
Nothin’ but blues and Elvis
And somebody else’s favorite song
Tell Mama
And all the folks back home
Sometimes a man just feels
He’s got to make it alone
Tell Mama
Why I’m leaving so soon
Because this life I live
Has got me sick through and through
Momma loved us, every one
Every daughter, every son
She gave herself so happily
That’s just the way she was, you see
From dawn to dark she’d find a chore
And work it 'til it was no more
And every day until she died
In the evening, momma cried
Papa drove a truck nearly all his life
You know it drove Mama crazy bein’ a trucker’s wife
The part she couldn’t handle was the bein’ alone
I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone
Papa called Mama each and every night
Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright
Mama would wait for that call to come in
When Daddy’d hang, up she was gone again
I’ve been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn’t get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites, and wine, and you show me a sign
I’ll be willin’, to be movin’
Standing by the window as the fog rolls in
I swear I can hear the far-off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
Satchmo wailing somewhere in Chicago
Coltrane reaching for the notes his mind can hear
They’ll remain a part of all that I know
Oh, they played
Feeling that won’t go away
Left the sound of their souls in the air
I can hear it out there and I know
They left their soul shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
Do you want to drive to ride mount on your pony
Loosen up my tie to help me breathe
Insisting that I pay my alimony
Each and every day is the same old scene
Come on do the roll, do the roll with me
Come on do the roll, do the roll with me
I said honey, I said honey
I said honey, I said honey
Come on do the honey roll with me
Hey now baby
Let’s do the rump
Hey yeah darlin’
Let’s do the rump
Do the rump
Till the broad daylight, road daylight
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
Yo, ladies, oh, how I like to funk thee
And all the rappers in the top ten
Please allow me to bump thee
I’ve got a Humpty Dumpty heart
You dropped it and broke it apart
All the King’s horses
All the King’s men
Could never put it together again
Cause when I gave to you my heart you said that we must part
That was my doom my heart went boom
I got a Humpty Dumpty heart
Bandylegs, Jellybottom, Crookshanks
Ferdinand, Engelbert, Bembo
Knobblyknees, Fly-By-Night, Scragbeard?
No, no the little man said
You’ll have to do better than that.
And he crept away to his house in the wood
Where he danced around a fire singing –
Crankinghorn, Scallywag, Shortstuff
Balthazar, Melchior, Caspar?
Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin!
Who told you that, who told you that?
Bone digger, bone digger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away in my well-lit door
Mr. Beer Belly, Beer Belly
Get these mutts away from me, you know
I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore
Oh, if you would be my bodyguard, I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al
You know my name
Look up the number
You know my name
Look up the number
You, you know, you know my name
You, you know, you know my name
Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name
His blood flows frozen to the snow
Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia-he cries for You
Why do you write like you’re running out of time?
Write day and night like you’re running out of time?
Ev’ry day you fight, like you’re running out of time