Praise a lord fer buffalo cheeps!
Life is crazy and if you ride it long enough, life will crazy you up.
Life can chew you up and spit you out right now, you don’t have to treat it rough.
Life’ll break your legs, bust your back and kill your eggs.
It’ll cramp your goddamn legs until the cows that won’t come home,
Slowly come home.
You’ll lay there partly dazed,
Maybe due to liquid haze and the good lord you just praised
Is about to burn you.
You’re tipping on your tips and if the undertow rips
This tide away, tidal wave, just you and the sand, sand server.
Come closer Carlos, mister marvelous, really earning your pay.
But, then… it’s over. Your dog Rover.
Shit’n rolled it all over.
You’re back to life suckin’ again.