Welcome to the shrek room
Pull up a rust of bedsprings
Lighting up a torch to carry
Because the record player is broken
Yeah, I remember
When these crying tramps were king
When the gyrations, wild gyrations ruled

Pomp so full of reverberation treble
So high on the slap back
Drunk on Pomade, Lemonade,
Lime, Ricky Cherry, Wine and Pepsi Cola
Tented beef, padded meat,
Fake meat, Slim Jims, Doritos, beans
And Mulligan stew

Wonder six sweet romances
Melody and rhythm pounding insistent
Bizarre rituals to power the power
Wearing sideburns and shoe leather
And dead animal skin
Hey, if the suit smells, wear it

Town to town back room to ho down, (you can't win)
Hand outs and punch ups broken hearts and bad luck
Another empty house
Another shock transmission
You can't win

Carry an old worn photograph of an old lost love
Be Bop A Lula with a thump and a shove
Chattering and chattering clattering
Sing rockabilly tramp mischievous king
Nothing more now than memories and phantoms
Ghosts and spooks beware
Stay close to the fire
Sleep with your shoes on
You can't win
You can't win

Yes some people said something and some people died
You can't win sad tramp
Did you hear about Madison
Did you hear about Hamilton

16 hours trapped under a Pinto
14 days strapped down to a gurney
The face will never be the same
All the infamy, all the shame
The Octobeast files tonight
This country will never be the same

Remember good night
Remember tucking children into bed
Remember Betty Lou, Peggy Sue
Now just lookout for the cops
And watch out for the screw
So lost in the dream
Such a fine design
Disconnect from today

Bizarre rituals to power the powerful
Wonder and sin
Daily and hourly
A traitor for our money but our packets are empty
Promises that were held out have
Since been withdrawn
You can't win