Gorgeous Georgie had his way with all the dames
They were staring at his end zone, no sugar for William
The barge is shutting down, see him swearing, I'm not caring
I'm just drilling holes in perfect moronic days

Poor old Jethro nailed down to his job
See him sweating, not forgetting
You're not with him
You're cruising with the bad kids in town

I'm not telling lies you're shelling
We are Bismarck, go hide, you had a choice idea
It's not the way you do, it's not the way you do
It's not the wave you threw, it's not the wave you threw

Poor, poor Ginger, she makes an appearance again
She is sleeping with my cousin
He's down with soft rap
That snip, snip bad trip left him alone

He's waiting outside to make her his bride
She left him with your brother
And a man who's named Clyde
So long for semi-moronic haze

You're driving for the dust, you're driving for the dust
You're driving for the dust, you're driving for the dust
You're driving for the dust
You're driving for the dust