Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial, a denial
A denial

Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch
Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand
Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya

We'll smash your eggs and then your head and we'll nab your kids
Take 'em outback on the deck and barbecue their ribs
Throw their heads into your ivy, water them with piss
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya

Your first mistake was to think you could fuck with the ranch
Here I come, here I come, with my dick in my hand
Do you think you'd like to have a blockbuster up your ass
Do you think you'd like that, well do ya motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya, motherfucker
Do ya

I can settle down and be doin' just fine
Till I hear an old train rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you baby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a Ramblin' Man.

Some folks might say that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open road starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's hard but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a Ramblin' Man.
I love to see the towns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me
And when I'm gone and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your Ramblin' Man.

At easy, men
Your brain's in your palm again
Yay, yay
You'll do no harm, my friend
Yay, yay
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
In the boot camp of my soul
In my boots I've dugged a hole
And see I'm a P.O.W. whore
Bow my head and salute the crowd
Together we'll beat this redneck town
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?

You've blown mine
Stuck in his heart, yeah
Yay, yay
Don't think too long, my friend
Yay, yay
Yay
Ahaaahaa
Ahaaahaa
Shoot my eyes all full of lead
Cause my liver is thin like bread
And I faint when I see red
Without this camouflage I'm dead
Pull the pin and blow me cold
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
Will you be my G.I. Joe?
G.I. Joe
G.I. Joe

How does it feel
To take the blame
How does it feel
To be behind the drain
Because you take what you can get and ask for more
You never get what you deserve
And that's the score
Remember that the life you save may be your own
But when you're bankrupt you wont get another loan
I hope that you'll accept my sympathy
But understand I gotta think its better him than me
It's better him than me
A chain is just as strong as it's weakest link
When you endure the strain it's always later than you think
It's later than you think
Resign to a life of chronic cellibacy
With fond memories and cheap pornography
God forbid I ever wanted intimacy
No more, that out out of the door
God forbid I should feel
I know that ain't real
But now I feel like I could rape a nun
And it's always the first kiss that gets you drunk
That gets you drunk
So I keep a habit on her face
While I listen to that Yes song
Yours is no disgrace
Mine is no disgrace
No, no disgrace
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
How does it feel
To fade away
How does it feel
To be beneath the train
The life diguised behind the backward mask
A little dignity is all I ask
Many people cross the beach and leave no trace
Well I'm hoping for my footprints to remain
I know that ain't real
But now I feel like I could rape a nun
And it's always the first kiss that gets you drunk
That gets you drunk
So I keep a habit on her face
While I listen to that Yes song
Yours is no disgrace
Mine is no disgrace
No, no disgrace
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Mine is no
Mine is no disgrace
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Mine is no
Mine is no disgrace...

I'm made of clay
Anything you say
Will determine the shape I take
And look my way
A vast delay
Between love and hate
And I'll sit on the fence 'til I sense
What's appropriate

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this

I'll betray
My friends and mates
And I'll laugh at the jokes of folks
Prepared to pay

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this

The crowd comes in
So full of sin
And I'm a hit
So full of shit
My bones go soft
My mouth goes off
My hand goes out
Just watch me mould
Just watch me mould
Just watch me mould

I'm behind
Your your party line
But I'll step on a dime anytime

Because I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
And the only suit I'll get into
Is this
Yes I'm spineless
Yes I'm spineless
Cause I'm spineless Completely spineless

Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son?
Are you really gonna keep me a fighter?
Are you really gonna get my shoes off?
Are you really gonna get my Chinza?
I've had enough

Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a dark'nin' centre
And your death will profit off me
And I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.

Aaaaaaarrghh

I went away
And nothin' violent passed my fist
And the tomato just gone to peel fruit
And none of me remember all or nothing
They had to understamp us
I've got a church bomb and a download
And don't forget y'all to run away
Agree to the thing now that you'd never say

Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a darkening' centre
And I know that I'm runnin' hard
Sfdherh ephgeewfnmn sdnujnefw.

Aaaaaaarrghh

"...What about Ryan?"
"I believe he lost the number for that girl he met down here."
"Oh, Adam said she's a beauty."
"Is she the one that had that fucked-up voice?"
"Is she a Rocket Scientist?"
"She's the one that sounds like the fuckin'...she has a voice like a fuckin' modem, dude."
"Ha-ha! Sounds perfect!"
"Rooaaaagaharyandaasjhrydaaaafcabym?!"
"He he he!"
"When he got the work up there, you know Ryan, he gets all into work and he's prepared to like, forget that he has a dick."

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't our burn draft cards down on Main Street
We like living right and being free

We don't make a party out of loving
But we like holding hands and pitching wood
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do

(Chorus:)
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place here even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the court house
And White Lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear
Beads and roman sandals wont be seen
Football's still the roughest thing on campus
And the kids here still respect the college dean

(Chorus)

We still wave Old Glory down at the court house
In Muskogee, Oklahoma USA.

When his hand began laughing, it was Johnny open wide
The riddle still unsolved, smoke rings subside
Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid
The man with the laughing hand is dead

Shaking under Pedro's head, train-crushed legs and arms
Wicked, wicked hero, little wiggle arms
His shoes are desterted, the box is all alone
No voice is perverted by tuxedo or 'phone
Untied, unravelled, unthought, unsaid
The man with the laughing hand is dead.