Mr. Watson

You said that we were wild boys You said you never heard us speak until now You're asleep in your car RV dreaming all night long We're passing through the Flying J We're passing through the Flying J, redneck county We're going to the race today Tell me stories all night long The 'copters coming after you The 'copters coming through, by those goons Remember playing drums like John Bonham or Keith Moon? You said that we were wild boys Playing with Sacagawea, wonderful Remember that one time after school? You wanted me to name my band after you