Ready for whatever, ready for the norm   I just heard you on an old record   Save it for her mother, save it for a priest   Chatty Cathy hasn’t spoke for weeks   Going up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach around      Hold my machine, gasoline, my machine      Better for the never, better for the beat   I just heard an old man’s back creak   Save it for the devil, save it for the king   Little Miss No Name refuses to sing   Going up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach around    Hold my machine, gasoline, my machine