Driving with a yellow dog, I-95

He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes

Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet

Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck

Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs

blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape

sunroof held on with a bit of duck tape

Looking for a gas station, better make a lift

Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss

sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel

top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield

not a care in the world, not a how, and a why

no destination, not a cloud in the sky

back on the road not a moment too soon

dish ran away with some other spoon



wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

wicked & weird I'm a rat fich

tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress



Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder

cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder

to roll down the window you gotta use a winch

I'm thinking about brushing up on my French

Right there in the glove box, if you should look

You'll find 40 parking tickets

And a copy of the Good Book

Don't bother looking, you'll never find me

I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me



wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

wicked & weird I'm a rat fich

tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress



Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well

Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well

But all I need is a half decent breakfast

And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless



5 o'clock shadow, lips like mud flaps

hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps

The further I get, I keep going faster

Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture

I have no plans and nothin' to prove either

I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre



The highway's a story teller, I just write it down

Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now

I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days

(And) laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days

I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates

They'll be working on my car and playing 78's



wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

wicked & weird I'm a rat fich

tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress