Lyrics:

When I became of age, my mama sat me down
She said, 'Son, you're growing up, it's time you looked around.'
So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door
Oh, yeah
A closet queen, the bus stop fiend
She wants to shake my hand
I don't want to be there, she decides she can
It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches
I can't sleep if he can't keep his cattle off my ranches
Oh, oh... yeah
It's too strong, something's wrong, I guess I lost the feeling
I don't mind your games you play, but I don't like you dealing
The cards looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothing left to smoke
We'll all be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke
Oh, Oh... Oh, Oh...