Big

Written by：Donald J. Stevenson/Jerry A. Miller

They called me a wiener

I called them a nerd

Called her a whore

And she called me a turd

I called her long distance

She said I's absurd

Not a discouraging word

On the range could be heard

They called me a weiner

They called me a weiner

I called them a nerd

Called her a whore

And she called me a turd

They called me a weiner

I called them a nerd

Called her a whore

And she called me a turd

I called her long distance

She said I's absurd

Not a discouraging word

On the range could be heard

And he asked me

How does it feel

Come a ti ye yippee yippee yippee ya o lo lo lo lee

Oh don't you cry for me

I started playing on somebody's amp

Lasted me all through the night

Some cowboy grabbed that hay lady's snatch

Said if you have her stamped it's all right

And I'm tired of being treated this way

Been used abused I'll be long gone

Don't try to find me

Just watch for the stage I'll be on

Ran out of money 'bout six months ago

Been living on cactus and plants

Now I'm thinking about killing my cow

But I hear that they're gods and thou shall not kill

And you ask me

How does it feel

When your best friend is all veal

And you're hungry

They try to tell you on radio show

And on the TV screen

Nothing these days seems make much sense

So oh wow deed o do

I'm tired of being treated this way

Been used abused I'll be long gone

Don't try to find me

Just watch for the stage I'll be on

Along with this record a plan of attack

Ride up to you with a gun at your back

And we invite you to purchase our side

As you watch on our a** as we ride

And I'm tired of being treated this way

Been used abused I'll be long gone

Don't try to find me

Just watch for the stage I'll be on