There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer   She's an overnight sensation after twenty-five years   Sharp, fast curves; power steering   Unroll that twenty; buy me some beer   Ain't too bad, too bad at all, pick up the phone if I ever call   Hell no, I ain't happy   Hell no, I ain't happy   Hell no, I ain't happy      There's a perty little girl outside the van window   'Bout 80 cities down; 'bout 800 to go   Six crammed in, we ain't never alone   Never homesick--ain't got no home   Check my mail if you would please, Jenn   Collect my things 'til I'm in town again   Hell no, I ain't happy   Hell no, I ain't happy   Hell no, I ain't happy   But I get a little closer every day   Gonna be a long time 'til I'm back your way      I’ve seen just how much I can stand   One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man   Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten   Seen the mountains of Montana at Seven AM   And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids   Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids   Hell no, I ain’t happy   Hell no, I ain't happy   Hell no, I ain't happy   But I ain’t too crappy   No, I ain't too crappy at all