Three Chords and the Truth Lyrics

People sing about revolution, people sing about love.
They write songs about getting drunk, and they sing about the stars above.
People sing about royalty and the man down on the street,
But the one thing I never heard a song about yet is beating your meat.
And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and understand
When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand.
People will tell you they’re alcoholics; people will tell you they’re gay.
Folks will proudly admit to having epileptic fits, and bleaching hair to color their gray.
They will proudly proclaim, they are sick or insane. You can’t hide a hook nose or club feet,
But the one thing I never heard a song about yet is beating your meat.
And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and understand
When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand.
The time has come to tell the truth out loud. I sure hope you don’t mind,
But pulling your pony won’t make you go crazy. I promise that you won’t go blind.

So next time you’re alone, grab ahold of your own, and you’re going to be in for a treat.
Next to a roll in the hay, the second best way, is beating your meat.
And all through the lean times, and in between times, you’ve got to try and understand
When you can’t get it, might as well admit it, things are well in hand.