Bear Bones

I’msittin’ all alone, on a Saturday, night watchin’ a TV show,

Acouple cold beers a pizza pie, but I ain’t got no place to go.

Well I think about life and the way it is now, and the way that it’s always been,

And I think I’m headed back to bear bones again,

Yes I think I’m goin’ back to bear bones again.

 

Noweverybody tells me there’s lotsa ways to be, beds of roses and laps of luxury,

Butthat doesn’t seem to give me a thrill, and I don’t think it everwill.

So no more useless tips, don’t give me no advice, on how to race the rats and come up with a win,

Cuz I think I’m headed back to bear bones again,

Yes I think I’m goin’ back to bear bones again.

 

Don’tneed no fancy clothes, don’t need a mansion home, don’t need a flashy speedy set of wheels,

Just a tee shirt and jeans, a hole in the wall and an operating automobile.

But when I get weak and need to scratch “that” itch, I know just where to go to sin that sin,

And I think I’m headed back to bear bones again,

Yes I think I’m goin’ back to bear bones again.

 

So whenlife’sexpectations are gettin’ kinda high, and it’s getting’ tuff to keep up with theJones’

And when youwalk down the street, and all thepeople that you see, look like abunch of baby-boomin’ clones,

Well it’s the world not you that’s way off base, and I’ll share the perfect medicine,

I think you need to head back to bear bones again,

Yes I think you should go back to bear bones again.