Exile on Myrtle Beach

I was countin roaches
 In a chicken shack
 Down on Myrtle Beach
 The sun to my back
 Got caught stealin hubcaps
 Off a Pontiac
 Yeah and here I am
 Skippin Stones
 And watchin birds
 Headed from Albuquerque and I made a wrong turn
 So I picked up some cardboard and I wrote down some words
 Someone said it was a sign
 Yeah, well you and me
 Yeah we're off scot free
 Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
 They say two lanes'll take ya anywhere
 But I guess they'll take you on down
 Down past Myrtle Beach
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 I saw Richard Pryor
 Throw a stone into the ocean
 Had a couple new jokes
 But none o' them were worth quotin'
 A couple good quips
 Yeah and I guess that's it
 Nothing really on fire
 I seen Elvis Presley
 Down at the popsicle stand
 Gettin cues from Andy Kaufman
 On how to shake his ass
 They're doin a double header
 Three night stand at Fran's East Side
 Yeah well you and me
 Yeah we're off scot free
 Like the heads that roll of the French Royalty
 The revolution wasn't nothin but a strong narrative
 Great publicity
 Keeps the tourists in Myrtle Beach
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Well I guess I'll keep quiet
 Like ol' Charlie Chaplin
 Didn't like the steak
 So I spit it in the napkin
 It was too well done for anything to happen
 Guess I wanted something rare
 But the ballgame's startin
 So everybody cheer
 Ya know it's a good song
 If it sells some beer
 You held me in the nosebleeds sayin why are we here
 I said why do ya care?
 Yeah well you and me
 Yeah we're off scot free
 Like Eva and Adolf in a submarine
 Some folks say they're in Buenos Aires
 But I seen em both
 Chompin on hot dogs
 And strollin down Myrtle Beach
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Yeah well you and me
 Yeah we're off scot free
 Like Bruce on a bike with some boardwalk queen
 They say two lanes'll take ya anywhere
 But I guess they'll take ya on down
 Down past Myrtle Beach
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la
 Hey La lala la