(J. Roberts)  life leads me where it choose  i'm straping on my government shoes  and tightening my straight jacket  turn up the radio to drown out the racket  noise to noise  and crust to crust  my dodge omni is starting to rust  and its driving with the cruise control  i'm staring in space with my head like a hole  and trent reznor just sold his soul  to a little old man from ohio  one fish two fish  in a pan  i'll eat the grease while i still can  til my veins are choked  with bullet trains  that can make it from here to spain  in under an hour  if you can believe it  thats seventy five dollars  take it or leave it  priorty service is fifty more bucks  you're still sitting in line with all the ducks  without the right stuff  they couldnt play howard  but maybe john stewart  would have fared better  if he'd just gone along for the ride  just go along for the ride  just go along for the ride  tuck your planner inside  the flap in your sidecar  and let the reaper drive his hog  a chance of rain and patchy fog  with john phillips up in the skyfrog  and i'm stuck in traffic  bored out of my mind  an out of body experience  of the sixty ninth kind  and elvis is everywhere  stuffing his face  but i want to be anywhere  but in this rat race  the boa constrictor is such a disgrace  to cookie dough ice cream  and minty toothpaste  the next shuttle commander  is frankenstein's bride  and with rosenblatt beetles all swelled up with pride  i'm riding shotgun with bob at the wheel  and i'm just along for the ride