You said that we were wild boys
You said you never heard us speak until now
You're asleep in your car
RV dreaming all night long
We're passing through the Flying J
We're passing through the Flying J, redneck county
We're going to the race today
Tell me stories all night long
The 'copters coming after you
The 'copters coming through, by those goons
Remember playing drums like John Bonham or Keith Moon?
You said that we were wild boys
Playing with Sacagawea, wonderful
Remember that one time after school?
You wanted me to name my band after you