My life is such a mess
Sometimes I wear a dress
I look like Richard Hess
And I pulled my car out in front of a train wreck
Then you came on out the scene
Like a Beatle in a time machine
Skin poppin up out of the seams
And your nose stuck up like the mother of the British Queen

Me and my baby and a pound of blow

Made me wait for a hundred days
I used to ride in a Grand Marquis
You had a sock full of classic rock
And you saved the day
But I left in a Hyundai
Then you passed me on a double line
On a hill doing ninety five
You had your hand out the passenger side
And you gave me a sign that could only mean bye-bye

Me and my baby and a pound of blow
Woe is me