($17 WORTH OF) BUFFALO NICKELS
(G. McElwain, R. Stark)

Some bands sound rich,
like their records cost a million bucks.
Some bands sound loud,
like a fleet of tractor trailer trucks.
And then some bands sound fancy,
like Versace on a catamaran.

We sound like seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels in a can.

Some bands sound sad,
like their only friend just up and died.
Some bands sound mean,
like they spent a little time inside.
And then some bands sound angry,
like maybe they could use a hug;

We sound like seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels in a jug.

Merle Haggard sounds like picking a fight with a beautiful sunset.
Tom Waits sounds like sawing your tandem bike in two.
George Jones sounds like staying out late playing skeeball, drunk, all by yourself.
Willie Nelson sounds like a velvet painting of a kangaroo.

Some bands sound hip,
like they follow all the latest trends.
Some bands sound cute,
like they want their fans to all be friends.
And then some bands sound noisy,
like a heap of shrieks and rattles and knocks.

We sound like seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels in a box,
seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels in a jug,
seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels in a can,
like a jar that used to hold a pound of bread and butter pickels
full of seventeen dollars worth of buffalo nickels.