John McCloud

[Spoken:]
Up on [unintelligible] hill, there’s a junkyard, with an old school bus sittin’ next to it. Has a few windows busted out, and inside lives John McCloud. Big John’s kind of a local legend out there, notorious for drinkin’ a bit too much, and every once in a while kickin’ up some dust downtown. I think he’s one of the freest men I’ve ever met

[Verse 1]
Wash the seats off
Pick up the broken glass
Tape a piece of cardboard on the hole
The good Lord once said "Big John, wealth won't be your load."
And now this junkyard school bus is my home

[Chorus]
And the ladies arе afraid of me, the young'uns, they arе too
Bustin' out my windows as their play
But oh my mind is cloudy now, I don't mind what I have
Muscatel and a school bus for my nap

[Verse 2]
Oh, Miss April, a poster for my wall
All my action now's right in my hat
And I hope they fight those zonin’ laws
At least for six more months
‘Cause you know these yankee winds just get so bad

[Chorus]
And the ladies are afraid of me, well, the young'uns they are too
Bustin' out my windows as their play
But oh my mind is cloudy now, I don't mind what I have
Muscatel and a school bus for my nap
Oh, I've gone a thousand places in my nap