Two Black Line Streaming Out Like A Guidance Line.

Put One Foot On The Road Now Where The Sybourgs Are Driving,

With The WD-40 In Their Veins The Screeching Little Brakes Complain.

With The Briefcase Empty And The Holes In My Shoes,

I Try To Stay Friendly For The Sugary Abuse.

So Tell My Secretary Now To Hold All Of My Calls,

I Believe I Can Hear Through These Walls.

Oh Please Save Me, Save Me From Myself.

I Can? Be The Only One Stuck On The Shelf.

You Said You? Always Fall For The Underdog.



Well I've Been Dreaming Of Jetstreams And Kicking Up Dust,

A Thirty Seven Thousand Foot Of Wonderlust

And With Skyline Number 9 Ticked Off In My Mind,

Oh Can You Hear Me Screaming Out Now Through The Telephone Line.



Oh Please Save Me, Save Me From Myself.

I Can't Be The Only One Stuck On The Shelf.

You Said You? Always Fall For The Underdog