Beck

Plastic donut, can of spam
Theres no kindness in this land
Better not let my good gal catch you here
Shes gettin all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when Im gone
And you better not let my good gal catch you here
Shes got a whole pile of things you dont wanna hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
I got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good gal catch you here
Shell cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, dont let her sag
Ya better not let my good gal catch you here
Shes getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer