Well now, boys, I'm a rollin stone
That's what I was when I just left home
I took every secret that I'd ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball

Started down a little road of sin
Playin bass under a pseudonym
The days were rough, and it's all quite dim,
But my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball

Oh, just a little dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching
I's just a little dead head

Got a daughter on a scholarship
I got tired and let my hearing slip
And I's a farmer in a poor (?)
With a weed that I recall
Like a wrecking ball

I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
She showed me colors I'd never seen
And drank the bottom out of my canteen
Then left me in the fall
Like a wreckin ball

Standin there in the morning mist,
And tug a cord at the end of my wrist
Yes, I remember when we first kissed,
Though it was nothin at all
Like a wreckin ball

Hey, boys, a little dead head
Who is watching,
Who is watching
I's just a little dead head,

With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blinded ache
Was riding high until the eighty-nine quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wreckin ball