We're Left Lane Cruiser and a-rolling down-ah this here dusty road Our fingers is bruised from picking out-ah This here rock n' roll it's a whole lotta rollin' We're playing this music (yeh yeh) They callin' it this, ca-callin' it that Yeah, well I like to call it Motherfuckin' "Broke-Ass Blues!" is where it's at Yeah, that's what it is! Well, we comin' to your town, babe Ain't no where, no place to stay Can we crash on your floor, babe? But you know them roaches is all up in the way Well, I woke up this mornin' And you smoke all my weed away Well I woke up this mornin' I got to get away