Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy
Ain't I seen you hanging
around the Nashville?
Didn't you used to be a Paki
back in the west end?
Is that right, is that right?
Well I see you been through
so many changes
Heavy changes
I can't say I'm hip
to where you're coming from
I can't say I hip
to where you're going
Well I see something's stirring
in the back of your mind
I give you the willies
You don't like my kind
But I can sing like a jingle
Sting as bad as any
Hey, that you?
Is that still you?
You're looking
mighty new wave
I hardly recognize you
with that shish kabob
through your face
But that's all right,
yeah, that's all right
I guess you're trying
to make a statement
You been out on the street
Looking for somebody to carve on
Well you can ramble,
Just don't go carving on me
'cause I don't mind the fashion
I've lived with your mind
I dig on the passions
The rest is just crap
I can sing like a jingle
And sting as bad as any
Hey, don't I know you?
Ain't I seen you before?
Yeah, you're the one
doing a pyramid party
down in Marina del Ray
with their spoon and friends
Still going through them changes
You got your pants full of money
And your nose in the air
You're a record producer
I don't really care
'cause I can sing like a jingle
Sting as bad as any
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon