THE RING IN THE ASH TRAY
There’s a ring in the ash tray of a blue ‘95 Bronco
In a driveway with a sign that says FOR SALE
And if you’re the first caller, for $1000
You can take them both and head on down the trail
But you will fall on your face
You will tri9p on your shadow
You will shoot of your toe with a big gun
You will rant and hoot and holler
You will choke on that last swaller
Because, Son, you just bit off a big one
You can pray to your lord
You can run to your friends
But, Son, you just stepped in a big one
You can call yourself Lucky
You can call yourself a taxi
You can call yourself and kiss your ass good-bye
But don’t forget that pair of clean underwear
You’re gonna need ’em in that home up in the sky
Because, you will fall on your face
You will tri9p on your shadow
You will shoot of your toe with a big gun
You will rant and hoot and holler
You will choke on that last swaller
Because, Son, you just bit off a big one
You can pray to your lord
You can run to your friends
But, Son, you just stepped in a big one
I’m not talking about Frodo and some mythical curse
No, Son, this is real and real is much worse
The Living Dead, The Zombies ain’t got nothing on me
Don’t touch that ring, Son, you don’t want to see
She hid her ring in the ash tray of a blue ‘95 Bronco
In the drive way with a sign that says FOR SALE
And i you’re the first caller with $1000
You can take them both and go right straight to hell
(C) 2008 Royal T music