Chorus:. I've got a big american problem. Somethin' that I cannot solve by myself. I've got a big american problem. Somethin' that I need some help from the shelf.
Runnin' down a purple shallow, goin' down somewhere. Goin' down the alleyway, lookin' for a dead dog with a custard pie. I am looking for a dildo in the sky.
A yellow moon hung low in the sky. The snake will crawl, the raven fly. And guilty hands will grip the wheel. Keep on the road, no skid or peel. And then I drove right down the road.