Lyrics:

With your sunspot stopwatch renegade savior stances You say you take your chances Or else you break your branches as you climb to that top shelf, tuna melt buckle up your seat belt Rickie Lee Jones and everything you think you own Is fool's gold and ancient fossil stones You got more than you need but you need a lot more than some do Look at your cigarette burn through The things you can't undo if you try Well that's tough luck King Tut... Daffy Duck never got old babe They'll bury you with gold yeah Is that enough to hold you for today. I got to hand it to you, why do you do what you do It's times like this I'm glad that I ain't you You think you got the devil on retreat but he's back up on his feet and he's looking for you. With your monkey wrench you dig a trench, don't you see the lights they're shining Shut up and quit your whining Four star restaurants dining in the shade Then your mini skirt'll hit the dirt and baby you'll be crying and bleeding you'll bite the hand that's feeding and then you're back there pleading for your soul. I got to hand it to you, why do you do what you do It's times like this I'm glad I ain't you You think you got the devil on retreat, but he's back up on his feet and he's looking for you.