I don’t want to be here no more    I don’t want to be in New York   Everybody’s running, Everybody’s yelling   No, this aint the place for me      We made our way to the east coast   On a cold summer day   We took the fairy to Long Island   And boy did we have to pay   We took the train into the city      Hustled and bustled and made our way through the the city streets   Everybody is in a hurry   We went and saw central park and hurried to catch our train   We were late, Maybe it was just fate      I’m done with that place   Yeah we got fucked over, that’s the big apple for ya   So here we are back in Oregon   All we had to do was take the SHITTY ROAD HOME!   YEAH, YEAH, THE SHITTY ROAD HOME      Pay the tolls hit the pot holes, honk the horn   And take the shitty road home   The hustle and bustle of New York is too much for me   I know where I must be   Se ya latter Manhattan   See ya latter lady liberty      TAKE THE SHITTY ROAD HOME!!