Beck Sissyneck
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 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 Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot '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 he 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 [scream] Ahhhowwww!!
