| Shooting out fire at us heathen hordes
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| I was thinkin' something before I began
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| But then you done cut off both of my hands
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| Now I do my drinking from bamboo straws
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| Constantly kicking at tarantulas
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| What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
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| Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
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| Jump into the water
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| Keel-hauled on the Constellation
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| Don’t sell my belongings
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| 'Cause you know that I’ll be baaack
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| Remember when I told ya that I was a samurai?
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| Well the fact of the matter is, that was a lie
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| There were some other things that I’d rather not recall
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| Y’all can blame it all on the alcohol
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| But you ain’t got no business criticizing me This is my house and I’ll do as I please
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| What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
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| Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
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| Jump into the water
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| Keel-hauled on the Constellation
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| Don’t sell my belongings
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| 'Cause you know that I’ll be baaack
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| Move it on over and give me a slice
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| If you’re in the market for green zucchini
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| Farmers' Almanac got the largest size
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| Winnebago woman, whatcha cookin'?
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| Move it on over and give me a slice
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| I’d be a richer man today if it weren’t for physics
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| If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets
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| And maybe do an interview with Larry King while flooooaaaating
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| I’d be a richer man today if it weren’t for physics
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| If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets
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| Move it on over and give me a slice |