Bailing out into the treetop lounge,
Stripped out windows beat the sun right out,
Hotel pencil for my old red hand,
Eardrums got the Jones and the trams,
Three weeks closer man it ain't that long,
Soon be over and we'll all be gone,

Twist the sockets of the half cut lights,
Pick the pockets of my foes and frights,
Not forgetting about the long haul drill,
Sure regret it if I almost will,
Take that does so I can cheat my ride,
Hit the coast and man I'm still alive.

Hit my bunk about a world past ten,
Felt like skunks until I don't know when,
Got my bottle and I got my bags,
So hit that throttle so the road don't drag,
Three weeks closer man it ain't that long,
Soon be over and we'll all be gone,
Take that does so I can cheat my ride,
Hit the coast and man I'm still alive,
Think I had enough and then I don't,
Fetch my matches send it up in smoke,
three weeks closer man it ain't that long,
Soon be over and we'll all be gone.