Gorgeous Georgie had his way with all the dames They were staring at his end zone, no sugar for William The barge is shutting down, see him swearing, I'm not caring I'm just drilling holes in perfect moronic days Poor old Jethro nailed down to his job See him sweating, not forgetting You're not with him You're cruising with the bad kids in town I'm not telling lies you're shelling We are Bismarck, go hide, you had a choice idea It's not the way you do, it's not the way you do It's not the wave you threw, it's not the wave you threw Poor, poor Ginger, she makes an appearance again She is sleeping with my cousin He's down with soft rap That snip, snip bad trip left him alone He's waiting outside to make her his bride She left him with your brother And a man who's named Clyde So long for semi-moronic haze You're driving for the dust, you're driving for the dust You're driving for the dust, you're driving for the dust You're driving for the dust You're driving for the dust