Well I thought you'd said that this wasn't your scene Thought you'd said it was too obscene But I'll stand outside in the rain, those tires turnin In my old tattered jacket and jeep six feet in the mud Theres far too much to tell you So come on and stay a while Poor old soul on the ground in the middle of nowhere Pick him up, wipe his face, bring him on inside And my feet will be up in the sky come tomorrow morning Cause our lovely host left us, freezing cold Far too much to tell you So come on and stay a while When he wakes up in the morn he'll be the first to go Gotta get home to make his mother proud