Wyoming Lyrics

Green eyes and chromium trails
Stuck down in Selma jails
I change my mantra to remote control

She's got the two-step down
In every honkey-tonk in town
He's gonna drive a big rig
To try and crush the Man

I call him cheeba because he's
Alive with the power of Satan
And all the fresh girls like the way
That he staggers around
He says his fingers are made from
The flesh of his soulless invaders
And he's the coolest kid in the
World to hang around