On the outskirts of Hayward, In a brand new double wide trailer, Lives the subject of this greasy little tale She said her name was Nicolette But she looked mor...

Well all that's left, between me and total anonymity Is nothing Moms' tryin hard to look proud Bob Dylans dead or he will be soon and it's people like me linin'...

Summertime is too far away And Spring's around the corner At least that's what the weatherman Gets paid to say And I don't get paid to think That's what I hear ...

Well come on down Down to my street You won't need your notebook Most things round here don't bear repeating I try to keep my distance Except some times in the ...

It's Thursday and I think this is Modesto But it might be hell Cause they kinda smell the same Waiting with our guitars tuned For the crowd promised by the book...

I'm getting old, It's getting cold Every minute ticking by Is like a fire on the freeway You haven't seen the last of me But my best is already in the can Yeah ...