Well, I wrote this song on somebody's lawn
on the back of an envelope.
I was stinking drunk as all get out
and strung out on some dope.

I was with some babe,
I can't remember her name,
but she knew where it was at.

So I wrote her this song
on somebody's lawn
in fifteen minutes flat.

My, my, my
Mindless boogie.
Truck on down the turnpike til the end.
My, my, my
Mindless boogie.
Get down, mama,
get back up again.

Well, clothes were old
and I smelt like mold
and I drove a Snapple truck.
Til I wrote this song on somebody's lawn
and it kinda changed my luck.

Now me and my song is just chewing along,
you can't play this twaddle slow.
And they can't get enough of this kinda shit
on classical rock radio.

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