With your sunspot stopwatch renegade savior stances You said take your chances Or else you break your branches as you climb To that top shelf tuna melt buckle up your seat belt Rickie Lee Jones And everything you think you own Is fools gold and ancient fossils stones You got more than you need but you need a lot more than some do Look at your cigarette burn friend The things that you can't undo if you tried Well that's tough luck chicken butt Daffy Duck never got old babe They'll bury you with gold yay If that's enough to hold you for today And I've gotta hand it to you You do what you do It's times like this I'm glad that I ain't you You think you've got the devil on retreat But he's back up on his feet and he's lookin' for you With your monkey wrench and dig a trench And don't you see the lights are very shinin' Shut up and quite your whinin' Four star restaurants, dinin' in the shade Well then your miniskirt'll hit the dirt And baby you'll be crying and bleeding You'll bite the hand that's feedin' And you'll be back and you'll be pleadin' for your soul And I've gotta hand it to you You do what you do It's times like this I'm glad that I ain't you You think you've got the devil on retreat But he's back up on his feet and he's lookin' for you He's lookin' for you yeah he's lookin' for you