The steady rumble of bikes going to and fro Laughlin has had me up for days now......

There's nowhere to hide
you've crossed the floor
jumped up on a table and struck a pose
you can't go back
you can't go forward
you've got the spotlight
shoot your shot
"Golly gee!" and "fiddlesticks!"
are not words you can honestly use
"It crawled into my hand, honest!"
is no really valid excuse
no pockets in a jumpsuit
hold on, baby, hold on
no pockets in a jumpsuit
strap yourself in, enjoy the ride
sit on the edge of the stage
nail your balls to a plank
fall backwards laughin and blow hard , brother all the way
no pockets in a jumpsuit

put your legs through first
then put your boots on
put your arms through last
you'll crush your cods otherwise
trust me
you won't be able to bend down so low
leave your wallet in the hotel safe
put your pistol by the side of the stage
walk on, tough and lonely
hold your gut in and your head high
there'll be no goin back brother, to t shirts and second hand suits!
you've crossed the border man
you walked around in public in a glove
no pockets in a jumpsuit