One nine six nine
Press the tape recorder let's get this
Born from hippies back in '69
I was bored by 1992
I
Ribbons are flying out the window.
As we drove down the
I'm not happy with myself these days
I took the best
Here comes the heartache
The move out day
Excuses for my friends
Here
Now honey, dry your eyes.
Get back in the car.
There's no
I woke up on Sunday morning
With a shoe that was
Now everybody sleeps
But I haven't done that
In the last few
Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and
Oh!
Here come the captain
She's a firecracker, skinny jeans
Two lips of
