(Hey!) we took a trip by boat
Into the promised land
To sing a different note
Man I don’t understand
We wanted their attention
Our balls went up so high
They wanted too much poison
And warrant’s cherry pie
[chorus]
It’s a crying
Crying
Crying shame
We didn’t have no dough
We didn’t have no clue
We lived a life of kings
Dined on some royal stew
We felt like shitty rockstars
Our pictures on the wall
We’re robby’s pekaloids
Running silly down the hall
I wanna go home now
Back to my old hometown
Where I can sing the blues
Let’s stop this running around
I miss the people dancing
I’m (just) saying this
But, baby you can bet your puwet
I’ll do it again some time for the money
Combo on the run
Yeah!
[ repeat chorus]
I’m saying this but, baby you can bet your puwet
I’ll do it again sometime for the money
Combo on the run!