Out here the closest thing to a piece of ass
Is the bottle’s bottom.
Well my dog pours me another glass.
He’s a good boy,
Just like I taught him.
CHORUS
I’m the man that never stood a chance
But I can dance, oh can I dance
I can dance, oh can I dance,
I can dance, oh can I dance,
I can dance, oh can I can.
Out here the walls are blue. The sky is too.
And there’s no doubt about the weather.
I lean back and scratch my belly
and in case you can’t tell he’s
A mighty fine dog.
I couldn’t have done better.
Out here the poetry is whispered in the sunsets.
And God comes around as much as love.
Some might fight it
Night after night, it
Seems to me as far as the stars above.