Lyrics:

5am friday morning, thursday night, far from sleep
I'm still up and driving, can't go home obviously
So I'll just change direcition cause they'll soon know where I live
And I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun and a man on my back
And I sang 'holy holy' as he buttoned down his pants

You can laugh, It's kind of funny the things you think times like these
like I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing, does that mean I should spred
for you, your friends, your father, Mr. Ed

It was me and a gun and a man on my back
but I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this

And I know what this means, me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said 'It's your choice babe, just remember
I don't think that you'll be back in 3 days time so you choose well'
Tell me what's right, Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville

It was me and a gun and a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this

And do you know Carolina where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head when there's a man on your back
and you're pushed flat on your stomach, it's not a classic cadillac

Me and a gun and a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this