Bill Jocko - Frank Black

Why do I have to stay?

Why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here?

Why does she get to go?

Oh, why do I have to stay?

Why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here?

Why does she get to go?

Down came Bill Jocko

From the heart of Hooterville

Take down your Christmas tree

But I know that you never will

Riding lover was his lady

And she did not know his mind

When Billy took the Datsun

To the top for the last time

That’s when they were

Drunk on wine coolers

That they stole from her mother

Drunk on the summer

And drunk on each other

Take a right at the graveyard

And a left at the ghetto

Climb up to where it’s dark

Gonna take our clothing off

Lucinda had her head down

Braiding her hair so she could not see

That William had his eyes closed

Heading straight for a tree

That’s when they were

Drunk on wine coolers

That they stole from her mother

Drunk on the summer

And drunk on each other

One or two or three hundred feet

Down to the ground, let’s do it now

When there ain’t no park ranger

Hanging 'round

He cut the wheel on banana peels

We’re going straight into a skid

Shut off the motor and gone straight off of the ridge

They hit hard, like a broken wand

And Lucinda she was dead

He climbed back up to the top

And this is what he said

He said

Why do I have to stay here?

And why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here?

And why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here?

And why does she get to go?

Why does she?

Why does she?

Why does she?

Why do I have to stay here?

Why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay?

Why does she get to go?