Racki 'em up Jim, it's your break Set 'em up Max, it's my shout You know I really could go a round or three You wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this week And I'm shovelling most of it for free "Grace under pressure" - that's what the old man said Yeah the old man said a lo of things in his time Well, fighting a bull's one thing but fighting bullshit's another And around here you know the bullshit just never seems to die I just want nothing on my mind Christ hell! It's warming up in here, listen to that guitar player will ya Do you think anyone could tell him to turn down? Where'd Jim go, sorry I didn't catch your name It's impossible to hear a word above that sound I'm a little thristy, I'm running our of money, hey I'm a legend not a star And I'll talk to anyone yes I will Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab off those cold little vicious ones as they keep coming right across the bar I just want nothing on my mind There was a man on the radio today talking about the young people Said we should listen to the young people, said they're a victim of conspiracy The young people, Jesus! What's that supposed to mean? I never did one damn good thing 'til I was over thirty I'm gonna get up in the morning, chug-a-lug a coffee Get on my bike and ride away Find me a beach with a nice little break and I'm gonna catch wave after wave after wave Until there's nothing on my mind (whoever brought me here will have to take me home)