Jesus In A Sidecar Along For The Ride
(J. Roberts) life leads me where it choose i'm straping on my government shoes and tightening my straight jacket turn up the radio to drown out the racket noise to noise and crust to crust my dodge omni is starting to rust and its driving with the cruise control i'm staring in space with my head like a hole and trent reznor just sold his soul to a little old man from ohio one fish two fish in a pan i'll eat the grease while i still can til my veins are choked with bullet trains that can make it from here to spain in under an hour if you can believe it thats seventy five dollars take it or leave it priorty service is fifty more bucks you're still sitting in line with all the ducks without the right stuff they couldnt play howard but maybe john stewart would have fared better if he'd just gone along for the ride just go along for the ride just go along for the ride tuck your planner inside the flap in your sidecar and let the reaper drive his hog a chance of rain and patchy fog with john phillips up in the skyfrog and i'm stuck in traffic bored out of my mind an out of body experience of the sixty ninth kind and elvis is everywhere stuffing his face but i want to be anywhere but in this rat race the boa constrictor is such a disgrace to cookie dough ice cream and minty toothpaste the next shuttle commander is frankenstein's bride and with rosenblatt beetles all swelled up with pride i'm riding shotgun with bob at the wheel and i'm just along for the ride
