David Lee Roth

Keep your eyes wide open, babe
If you decide to take the long walk
My city screams of danger
And you're on borrowed time
It comes from a jealous clock
And you're a permanent stranger
So the last of the wild frontier kings
Is held for further questioning
When nothing's left but death and taxes
The matter of the real fact is
You go through life as someone's doormat
Cause you don't get no sportin' chance
There ain't much distance 'tween a pat on the back
And a kick in the pants
You do the Dogtown Shuffle
Now do you talk the talk?
Yes I do!
I do the Dogtown Shuffle
But can you walk the walk?
Lemme see ya do it one time...
Some self-made guy gets it in the ass
At the local mini-mall
Looks more like a warning than an example
And late at night
They said he used to sleep the sleep of the just
I sleep the sleep of the just after
They said the wild boys go head to head
And like the good book says be quick or dead!
So ante up or let 'em go
Cause I'm filing charges on your soul
It's just a joke and you're the punchline
Yeah, the streets are a million laughs
And if I must, well in, God I trust