Road Chops

The five-man travelin' band Air-brushed tittes on a custom van Hop on in and take a ride with me You gotta girlfriend, well, let her go You can stay at home while she enjoys our show All she really wants is to be free Bein' in a rock-n-roll outfit's the only way to be And I'm sure you will see That we got Road chops Eatin' jerky at the truck stop Road chops I got a fresh pair of socks Road chops From L.A. to the tip of Maine Gotta make my way to Champaign Our business king got a suite at the Super 8 Never pulls the blinds when he masturbates Maid saw, she was walkin' by Downgraded to a Motel 6 Bring some infrared and your detective kit There's stains not visible to the human eye And playin' in a rock 'n' roll outfit ain't always what it seems You got to listen to me We got Road chops At the Cracker Barrel trinket shop Road chops Mmm, get my girl a plastic top Road chops I spent a dollar and a dime I'm sure to have a good time I met a girl in Alabama And then I flew her into Tampa And we booked a decent suite There was nothin' much to do So we ordered pay-per-view Predator 3 And I wrote her a piece of music If she don't like it we can use it It was a song about Predator 3 (Predator 3) Turns out she didn't like it, so now we're gonna try it And see where it leads Oh, we got Road chops You gotta give it what you got Road chops Whoa, one on the floor Road chops Be careful where you stick it in You'll never know where it's been Come on! You'll never know where it's been You'll never know where it's been Take one last look At your home Love that you Leave alone Said it's long and hard So long, hard I said it's long and hard So long and hard