Big - Moby Grape

They called me a weiner

I called them a nerd

Called her a whore

And she called me a turd

I called her long distance

She said I’s absurd

Not a discouraging word

On the range could be heard

And he asked me

«How does it feel?»

Come a-ti-yi-yippie-yippie-yippie-yay, o-lo-lo-lo-leee

Oh, don’t you cry for me

I started playing on somebody’s amp

Lasted me all through the night

Some cowboy grabbed that hay lady’s snatch

Said «If you have her stamped, it’s all right»

And I’m tired of being treated this way

Been used, abused, I’ll be long gone

Don’t try to find me

Just watch for the stage I’ll be on

Ran out of money 'bout six months ago

Been livin' on cactus and plants

Now I’m thinkin' 'bout killin' my cow

But I hear that they’re gods and thou shall not kill

And you ask me

«How does it feel

When your best friend is all veal

And you’re hungry?»

They try to tell you on radio show

And on the TV screen

Nothin' these days seems make much sense

So, oh, vo-dee-o-do

I’m tired of being treated this way

Been used, abused, I’ll be long gone

Don’t try to find me

Just watch for the stage I’ll be on

Along with this record a plan of attack

Ride up to you with a gun at your back

And we invite you to purchase our side

As you watch, on our ass, as we ride

And I’m tired of being treated this way

Been used, abused, I’ll be long gone

Don’t try to find me

Just watch for the stage I’ll be on