Texty: Slightly Stoopid. Live & Direct: Acoustic Roots. Prophet.

But I ain't no prophet
To cure some damn disease
And would you help me anyway
If I was on my knees

I?m going through my time of change
In my time of need
And every little thing is gonna
Be all the same

Well then I thought to myself
I?m gonna marry into wealth
I?m gonna take everything she?s got to offer
And keep it for myself, oh yeah

She said to me
"I don?t like what I see"
And I say to her
"But I don?t even know you there"

Every time that I called you up
On the telephone
But each time you say to me
"I want to be alone"

Well then I hopped in my car
And drove away someplace real far
I?m gonna push my pedal straight for the metal
And head right for the bar again

She said to me
"I don?t like what I see"
But I say to her
"Take off all your underwear, prick"