I'm uneducated My clothes outdated I'm not politically correct I still hate small talk And fast cars and hard rock Still adds up my? I should be expressing All my inner repression I guess depression's now a cultural thing My record company says Blow my brains out my head I make the cover of every magazine Chorus: Step inside my nightmare Welcome to my trip I cannot pretend and i will not defend Why this good old boy's so tragically unhip
I still like bad girls Who rock me hard in my world Its monkey see and monkey do When i'm ? I got an old waterbed I like to trip into the dead I've keep a poster of kiss on my wall I still curse, smoke, drink and toke And make love in the back of my car Chorus Solo I like that home grown Mind blowing You're bringing R rolling They see strange stalking Mind stopping Ass swinging Street walking Floozies Chorus