Getting high on sci-fi and 45s
In my hotel room.
I'm lucky to be alive
With all the stupid things I do.
It's not like I'm murderer incorperated.
I'm just a little blue.
A half dressed, half assed Angelou.
So what? What else is new?

Three on retreat,
What a scene!
Going places I've never been.
And nothing really belongs to me,
But it's me behind the wheel.

Whatever happened to Baby Jean?
Cause I dug her shoes.
Those short skirts and spit shined candy cane.
Oh she was born, born to lose.
I think I'll toss off the semi-gloss,
Lose a little sheen
Everybody keeps trying tell me but,
I don't know what they mean.

Three on retreat,
What a scene!
Going places I've never been.
And nothing really belongs to me,
But it's me behind the wheel.

Hey, don't try to shake my beats.
Cause you don't know what I really mean.
And it ain't the whisky or the weed.
No, it's just you who keeps confusing me.

Three on retreat,
What a scene!
Going places I've never been.
And nothing really belongs to me,
But it's me behind the wheel.

Me behind the wheel.
(Me behind the wheel.)
Me behind the wheel.
(Me behind the wheel.)
It's me behind the wheel.