[Verse 1]
Underneath what's beating slimy green
Saint Laurent built in the '70s
No intelligent thing left to say
Oh, washed up it bid them wash away
Motorcycle, nineteen fifty-three
Yellow mounting carpet Indian chief
Rusted in the old bent dumpy shed
Pushed the wheelbarrow over the tire tread
[Chorus]
And I was like, "Oh my god, is this actually happening to me?"
Off of the side of the road you looked over cautiously
Rolled down the window, said you look like a girl I used to know
Why don't we leave this town together wherever the wind blows?
[Verse 2]
Through the dirt fields in Colombia
Had to hitchhike back to Montezuma
Ended up in some place far away
Cowboy boots, two dollar switchblade
Seven seventy M-W
Series deep that goes a hundred soon
Sittin' on the leather worn and torn
Muddy boot prints cover up the floor
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Look at the posters that are on the wall
Michael Jordan standing six feet tall
It's in your closet or behind your bed
No Philly Phil or Cincinnati Red
Like Will, "The Thrill"
