Our Hometown Boy

Uptown with a cloven-toed mistress

Arms her trip with the tongue of an ice pick

Oh yeah, straight to the ears

Hope to kick but foil the turnover

Now it's God's teeth and Holy Clover

Go down, it's up to you

Running around, oh no

Nothing ever happens

Nothing good underneath the sun

If not for everyone

If not for everyone

Heaven lives on Southport and Belmont

For the bass man, he's just a show-off, oh yeah

He's looking to lustify

Counting down to single-nut digits

With no one there in the room to witness

Our, our hometown boy

Out on the road, oh no

Nothing ever happens

Nothing good underneath the sun

If not for everyone

If not for everyone