Featherweight games with a remote control
Racing chickens, i'm on a roll
Tongue twisting exercises across your body
Hold the head, saddle up my pony
Riding hell-bent for leather.

Thirty-minute thermotherapy
Look below, winter came early
Rewrite the Snow White with a giant dwarf
Underground mining, drill a hole of glory
Gather up your wood in the morning.

Wagon attached, touring highways and byways
This is where the rubber meets the road
Heels in mud, reeled under my heavy load
Slightly painful in the rear
Fear not, i'll oil the wheels.

Chills down your spine
Muscles twitching excessively
Something warm to drink and a lullaby
Soothing voices that help me sleep
Louder sounds as i travel further.

Another girl in the back moving with a nice rack
Gives me her helping hand, empties my sack
Keeps me company until we're out of country
Only asks for a little bit of money.