Cowboyitis

My mom, I'm kind of missing when we

Sat inside of Krispy Kreme

Wore those paper hats

Nasal drop, Attila the Hun

Gasolina, prodigal son

Of yours that can't go back

No, I've not been living

The way that you taught me at all

My turn to grow up

But how am I supposed to change

If I never get caught?

I am supposed to change, I, I wanna get caught