Everybody knows a highway song
Sing it with me people––it won't be long
Underneath the stars, the devil you say
What you can't sing now, you better throw away
Chorus:
I sing a-la-la-la-la-lalalala
And everybody knows how to sing a highway song
Like a needle in a haystack, I've been searchin' round
I got a bluesteel gun, and an old bloodhound
Slept in a hollow log, make some porcupine wine
The highwayman tells me to walk this time
Now everybody here knows a highway song
Sing it loud, now, I've been singin' so long
Sing a-la-la-la-la-lalalala
And everybody knows how to sing a highway song
« Smoke that wood! »
I'm screamin' down the road, my brain on fire
I'm lookin' for the scarecrow with a tractor tire
« I've got myself in dust with a TV eye
And nobody knows but the media guy »
Chorus repeat
Let's hit the highway
Ah-wooooo!Meanwhile, Rick James ...
disempowered, the scattering flock
dances in a fever at the castle rock
dust-devil cypress and ripening fruit
ascending quick into the author's bathroom
Fawn, Jo and Tootsie are out on a wire
lettuce-toothed junkies all full of desire
meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude
and there's nothing I can do
meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude
and there's nothing I can do
and there's nothing I can say to you
I've got a lot of work to do
I guess I'll leave it up to you
uninvited, we'll stay if we want
searching through your closets for your grandfather's gun
we will swim in your kidney, kidney-shaped pool
scratching at the bottom for another clue, yeah
Fawn, Jo and Tootsie are out on a wire
lettuce-toothed junkies all full of desire
meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude
and there's nothing I can do
meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude
and there's nothing I can do
(meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude)
and there's nothing I can say to you
(meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude)
and there's nothing I can do
and there's nothing I can say to you
I've got a lot of work to do
I guess I'll leave it up to you