Wasp

Hey, hey cowboy, hey cowboy
Ain't I seen you hanging around the nashville?
Didn't you used to be a packy back in the west end?
Is that right, is that right?
Well I see you been through so many changes
Heavy changes
I can't say I'm hip to where you're coming from
I can't say I hip to where you're going

Well I see something's growing in the back of your mind
I give you the willies
You don't like my kind
But I can sing like a jingle
Sting as bad as any

Hey, that you? is that still you?
You're looking mighty new wave
I hardly recognize you with that shish kabob through your face
But that's all right, yeah, that's all right
I guess you're trying to make a statement
You been out on the street
Looking for somebody to carve on
Well you can ramble,
Just don't go carving on me

'cause I don't mind the fashion
I've lived with your mind
I dig on the passions
The rest is just crap
I can sing like a jingle
And sting as bad as any