Bozos

Don′t move too fast, you might end up in the gutter
When your feet are steel, but your footprints are butter
Well I swore from the day that I was twenty two
That I'd never touch another can of special brew

There′s really no need, for you to make a fuss
There's really no need, 'cos we′re all bozos on this bus

My best friend lent me his brand-new car
So I drove it through the window of a burger bar
Well heavy on the Ketchup with your foot down to the floor
And the devil′s got the mayo and he's heading for the door
My heart starts thumping and my blood pressure′s high
I'm sleeping in the garage ′cos my bedroom's a pigsty
Well heavy on the metal with my foot down to the floor
And your mother′s got your breakfast and she's waiting at the garage door