Well I'm packin' up my game and I'mma head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts.
Find a nest in the Hills, chill like Flynt,
Buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp.
And I'mma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch.
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the Most",
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast.
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars,
Get thrown in the mix and get tossed outta bars.
American musician (born 1971)
For the time bombs ticking and the heads they hang,
All the gangs gettin' money and the heads they bang - bang.
Wild mustangs, the porno flicks,
All my homies in the county in cell block six.
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook,
And to D.B. Cooper and the money he took.
You can look for answers but that ain't fun,
Now get in the pit and try to love someone.