Betty and Her Boys

Yeah

Betty got drunk and Betty got high

Betty had a skull painted on her left side

Betty was a bad bitch but Betty had class

Betty had my name tattooed on her ass

Betty always smiled from ear to ear

She was 40 feet long from front to rear

She had everything we could ever need

And only what we needed was enough for me

Whoa, Mad Betty, where are you now?

Whoa, Mad Betty, never let me down

Whoa, Mad Betty, I wish you well

Whoa, Mad Betty, we got stories to tell (yeah)

Betty was a mean punk rock machine

Better step aside when Betty's on the scene

Betty had a V-8 heart of gold

And when they built that engine, Betty broke the mold

Betty had good times, Betty had fun

Betty didn't take no shit from no one

Betty had a full tank, Betty didn't stop

Betty partied on 'til the very last drop

(Goddamn right!)

Whoa, Mad Betty, where are you now?

Whoa, Mad Betty, never let me down

Whoa, Mad Betty, I wish you well

Whoa, Mad Betty, we got stories to tell

We met in springtime out in Portland

Took a trip down to L.A.

By the time it was fall we were out in Austin

It felt like home so we decided to stay, yeah

But not before long we found ourselves in Nashville

Somehow wound up in NYC

And of all this time we spent together (Betty)

I hope you know what you meant to me (yeah)

Three, two, one more time, yeah

Betty was a 98' Blue Bird bus

With a big flat face any man could trust

We cleaned her up good and we painted her black

Tore out all the seats from the front to the back

Betty had homes all over the place

Drove our broke asses around the states

Wish I could take her out one more time

Betty and her boys on one final ride

Betty and her boys on one final ride

Betty and her boys on one final ride

Betty and her boys, one final ride