I'm holding court with the king of the camp   I'm a working horse, a postage stamp   Tune up my guitar, turn on my amp   I felt so sad when I got off the plane   I don't wanna go to New York City again   Kissing you goodbye in the pissing rain      But if wishful thinking's all I got   I keep on thinking wishful thoughts   Thinking wishful thoughts   I wish you were here, but you're not      I feel like a sailor lost on the seas   Catching a cold, maybe catching a breeze   Standing on the prairie looking for trees   Rock and roll's wrapped 'round me as tight as a noose   And from the front of the train you can't see the caboose   In northern New Brunswick watch out for the moose      It's a long, long way to Winnipeg   And I ain't too proud to shake a leg   Sing for my supper, break me an egg   CD's for sale at the back of the hall   Buy one, buy 'em all   Couple bucks cheaper than they are at the mall   Thank you, good night, we'll be back in the fall!      Seasons come and season go   Nobody wants to end the rock n' roll show   Look at you, love, you got that Golden Glow   North of the sun and south of the snow   No particular destination, no particular plant to grow   Buckle up baby, let's rock down the road      Highway white lines are freakin' me out   Wondering what your doin', are you out and about?   Gettin' lost, gettin' lost, gettin' lost   Gettin' lost on the paper on my paper route   Guitar's singing a song for free:   "Why's everybody always picking on me?"   Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee