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