I had a friend who really wanted to be famous, but he didn't want to do it in words, he said if you want to get down to the diamonds, you've got to dig through a little bit of dirt. Yeah, I'm just a little confused about who wears the pants or the skirt Stop swinging up your mama's skirt, get a little stain on your shirt Well, you tumble calf, half-calf, de-calf, skinny-calf, vanilla-calf, bull-calf, glass-half, fool-calf Frapper, marker, chalker, capper, flapper, whacker, I don't give a flying cracker Give me a shot and one cold beer, I'll be done, get out of here Back to a place where things make a little bit of sense Keep on falling, yeah, we've got a long way to go Quit your stalling, we've got to lock that heavy load down We're gonna breathe our last, but not over Well, I'm just a little concerned about who's got a hold of this land I'd rather see it stood by a pair of dirty hands Well, hands out of bled and hands out of fought Hands out of looked and hands out of taught Hands out of never let go when the chips are down Keep on falling, yeah, we've got a long way to go Quit your stalling, we've got to lock that heavy load down Keep on falling, yeah, we've got a long way to go Quit your stalling, we've got to lock that heavy load down We're gonna breathe our last, but not over We're gonna breathe our last, but not over We're gonna breathe our last, but not over We're gonna breathe our last, but not over We're gonna breathe our last, but not over . . . . . .