Now trains are runnin' towards each other.
Shotguns are pointed at my head.
Tornado clouds are formin' o'er the crossroads.
H-bombs are fallin' towards my bed,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here. Now, how 'bout that?
My city may be fallin'
But I'm still here

The assassination squad has got their orders.
Repossession man is on his way.
Landlady's given me her notice.
I'll get pitched out in the trash just any day,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here. Now, how 'bout that?
I may have lost my lunchbox,
But I'm still here.

Well, the moths make my shirt, my britches.
They're workin' on my hat, but I don't care.
I haven't had a meal since the fire went out,
An' all you do is stand around and stare,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here. Now, how 'bout that?
I might not hear you laughin',
But I'm still here.