Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
Well a woman I love is named Ramona. She kinda looks like Tempest Storm. And she can dance like little Egypt. She works down at the snake farm. . Chorus:.
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans. And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses. And a mobile phone. I guess I look like some Port Aransas. Dope dealer that's out on bail.