Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?"
 I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
 I built bungalows over the hills
 Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
 [Trucker:] "Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?"
 She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
 Gently removing her heart
 With his promises of real communication
 [Trucker:] "I saw a program about that on TV, heh"
Who's always picking up the tab
 Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to all the shows
 Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
While you were asleep
 [Jade:] "It was me...I did!"
 I kept you in buttons and bows
[Jade:] "Christ! All those clothes!
So you could encourage this creep
[Hick:] "With that program
I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars."
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
 With his wise but twinkling eyes
 He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
 [Trucker:] "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam
faggot."
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
 Describing this schmuck
 I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
[Trucker:] "Not in my rig you don't boy
Get the hell out of here