Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here   How's it going good buddy?   I nailed ducks to the wall   Kept my heart in dark ruins   I built bungalows all over the hills   Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin   Took my girl to the country   To sleep out under the moon   Next thing she's going crazy   Women are like that kid   What the hell can you do?   She waits for the real Mr. Right to come   Gently removing her heart   With his promises of real communication   I saw a program about that on TV........   Who's always picking up the tab   Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad   Me.....   Who took you out to all the shows   Who worked his fingers to the bone   Me....   While you were asleep   It was me...I did   I kept you in buttons and bows   Christ all those clothes   So you could encourage this creep   With his neat feet   And his clean fingernails   With his wise but twinkling eyes   He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt   Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot   And compromise   I'd like to go on with this bit of a song   Describing this schmuck   I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up   Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here