Skillet blonde baby going to milk it dry

Ain't got no horseshoes but got a sparkle in his eye

Warm and cuddled in a burlap sack

Step on the crack and your going to break your mother's back

Chorus

Have you made it where you wanna be

Verse

Runt of the litter kissed the pavement ever since

Told him to stand up straight

but he's hooked and bent

Feels like a sticky rim soda can

Half full, half empty, couldn't tell you were he's been

Embracing the fog like a friend in the bay

Charted a boat headed out to sea

Found religion but did he find Jesus

Walking on the water Or lost in mystery