don quixote got nothing on me saddle up the windmill i feel a breeze i m fully loaded you got keys don t know about the next but the first trip is free so get free baby on me night owl reasons and a trifle snow blind don t let the sun hurt those turquoise eyes skin like the moon in a medusa s wig strictly rockers when she makes your gig makes the gig makes it big you can feed me to the lions i don t care take my weed and my money and put it somewhere you can do what you want to but leave my guitar alone do what you want to but leave my guitar alone if the heater starts hissing then you hit the door old song and dance no less no more baby your ceiling feels like my floor looks like a spider but you should hear it roar hear it roar yes it roars out in california their throwing a bash where the growers grow green and they bury the cash don t worry baby how long it lasts you got friends around sit back relax relax i got your back i ain t playing at just being mean i don t want to cause a scene i m here to give you baby anything besides that guitar only has five strings the old caboose is rocking on down the line dew drop inn it sure feels fine get it all done before the fog rolls in the sun shines back we ll do it again and again do it again