| The body’s a temple, that’s what we’re told | 
| I’ve treated this one like an old honky-tonk | 
| Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap cigarettes | 
| One day they’ll get me if they ain’t got me yet | 
| 'Cause I’m living in fast forward | 
| A hillbilly rock star out of control | 
| I’m living in fast forward | 
| Now I need to rewind real slow | 
| My friends all grew up, they settled down | 
| Built nice little houses on the outskirts of town | 
| They work in their office, drive SUVs | 
| They pray for their babies and they worry 'bout me | 
| 'Cause I’m living in fast forward | 
| A hillbilly rock star out of control | 
| I’m living in fast forward | 
| Now I need to rewind real slow | 
| I’m always runnin' | 
| Son of a gunnin' | 
| I’ve had a good time it’s true | 
| But the way I’ve been goin' | 
| It’s time that I toned it Down just a notch or two | 
| Oh yeah … | 
| Well I’m living in fast forward | 
| A hillbilly rock star out of control | 
| I’m living in fast forward | 
| Now I need to rewind real slow | 
| Well I’m living in fast forward | 
| A hillbilly rock star out of control | 
| I’m living in fast forward | 
| Now I need to rewind real slow | 
| Yeah I need to rewind real slow | 
| Yeah I still got some miles to go |