Dog and Pony Show

Lyrics

If I could walk, I'd be a miner If I could talk, I'd be a preacher If I was a preacher Tell you what: I'd save a million souls, even you If I was a miner Tell you what: I'd be a damn good one This ain't a record Neither a joke Got us all worked up And left us naked out here in the sun You could say it's sad I attach no importance to it Just because of my hand Just because of my shriveled little hand I couldn't be a baseball player Doesn't surprise me now Even though we had a map Took three days to find Local rednecks stare Taylor from Pismo At the dog and pony show