Takes a penny and a pint
To see the doctor if you're feelin' fine
Sweet ol' sugar ain't a friend of mine
And neither is time
If you're runnin' from the cops
They can probably guess if you like some pop
Tank on empty but you ain't gonna stop
Well they still got bull's eyes
And if we're goin' by the book
My epilogue is comin' at 22
I ain't nothin' special to the great big blue
Ain't nothin' left to prove
All grown up in the West
I'd like to think I was prolly blеssed
But I can testify to the giant mess
If you look around
Hit thе clock and move
I got a dollar in the room
Ain't it funny how rich I feel
And it ain't even gold
And I'm 100% sure
Some old folks wrote the story
But the ladder's missin'
And I ain't no hero