What's it gonna take
To get you out my business... man?
What's it gonna take
To get you off my back?
I don't cut my hair
I wear high-heeled shoes
When I wake up in the mornin'
It's true that it's two in the afternoon
What does that have anything to do with you?
You ride a sad pony
I'm gonna get you fired, boy
You're so fired!
I see you go standin' there
With your nice hair and your ice glare
Lookin' like you got some wild place to be
'Til I show up on the scene
I mean, hey, you know me
I'm just lookin' for a free place to pee
You say, "How 'bout I stand behind you, do some voodoo
Before the three blue doors, and ask you a few questions?"
I say, "Hey, man, what's with all the hecklin' and the pressurin'?
I'm just tryin' to spread the freshness of love and peace"
But
You ride a sad pony
Ahh!
Last night I was hanging out late down round, you know
Some dirty ol' backwoods karaoke bar
Now I gotta admit I was drinkin' a bit hard
But only 'cause the village clown drove off to downtown with my car
When just then, in the crowd, a big man, too damn loud
Starts a-whoopin' and a-hollerin' up at me
He said, "Would ya look at this big-city, Axl Rose wannabe
Soccer-loving brat in his faggy lil' skinny jeans"
Now I don't mean to be mean, man
Really, it ain't much my scene
But allow me, please, to say this one thing:
That meathead fool was balder than a baby Mr. Clean
I think it's HE who's got the bad genes!
'Cause
He rides a sad pony
And his
Father rides a sad pony
And his
Lord rides a sad pony
And sometimes
The whole world rides a sad pony