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Here's the story of a man named Corby.

My name is Bill and I'm a head case. I don't know where I'm goin' but I sure know where I've been. Where I come from isn't all that great.

The Beginning

I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Mamma loves her baby. I'm a magic man mamma, why don't you get me a Pepsi. .

Growing Up

I met me on a Monday and my heart stood still. Somebody told me that my name was Bill. Ever since I was a young boy I get confused every day. My sweater's on backward and inside out and I wear my sunglasses at night. One of my legs is shorter than the other and both of my feet's too long. Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination? So I went to the doctor see what he could give me. Doctor! Doctor! Can't you see I'm burning, burning. He said son, son I don't wanna see your face no more. I got more important things to do.


I got my first real six string, bought it at the five and dime. Now I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back. I got the boys, to make the noise, dressed their best brown baggies and their platform soles. I'm on the top as long as the music's loud. There I am up on the stage. Here I go playin' the star again. The crowd called out for more. I seen 'em tightenin' up they headbands on the weekend and they'd get loaded when they came to town. I know that it's me they've been coming to see, to forget about life for awhile. Now I didn't mind if I didn't make the scene. I got a daytime job, I'm doing all right. So the band broke up... and it looks like... we will never play again. It's been a long time since I rock and rolled.

Growin' Older

I'm workin' for a livin', workin' 9 to 5, working for the weekend, trading in my hours for a handful of dimes. Got no time for livin' yeah I'm workin' all the time. I'm not the cat I used to be I got a kid I'm 33.

There's a red house over yonder where the down boys go. Yeah, the house is a rockin', don't bother knockin'. I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of. Everybody and they momma got clown love. My car is in the front yard. I'm sleeping with my clothes on. I came in through the window. Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door. Plucked her eyebrows on the way. She said she'd never been this far before. This is not my beautiful house. Some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground. Blame it all on my roots.


My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch. I don't know man, ah she kinda funny. She had long auburn hair that was down to her waist... but it grew out from under her arms. She aint never caught a rabbit and she ain't no friend of mine. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one. Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and she's never coming 'round. I'm a bad boy 'cause I don't even miss her. Babe, I'm leaving, I must be on my way. All I wanted was a Pepsi, just a Pepsi, but she wouldn't give it to me. How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? I coulda sworn we had it all worked out.

In The End

This dog has seen better days. People said I was worthless, those people all were fools. Now when I die, now don't think I'm a nut. Don't want no fancy funeral, just one like ol' King Tut.