Big Shiny Cars

The boys that I run with
Went down to the Firebird
They played for three hours
And they paid for their beer
And they wrestled their devils
For their good friends and neighbors
They moved them to dance
And sometimes to tears
They sang songs about highways
About strippers and killers
About fingers on Satin
And lamplight on lace
They sang songs about love
And songs about barflies
And some people said
There were ghosts in the place
Shout hallelujah and sing jambalaya
Shoot for the moon and wind up on a star
Someday we’ll be able to get a good table
And drive around town in big shiny cars
Well it’s no bed of roses when all a man knows is
Three chords and a dust cloud
And finds himself down
Amongst these high powered brokers
In their lizard skin loafers
And dangerous habits they just can’t put down
REPEAT CHORUS:
Yeah, we’ll ride around town
In big shiny cars