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Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly

I
Well I went to bed in Memphis
I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
Steve, get em... 
Get em Steve, get em Steve, get em... 
Get em... 
Well it's back to the man on the mic you see 
Because I'm stuck to my dance like
Well I went to bed in Memphis
I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I still didn't that know Steve 'ad a problem wif 'is bass...
Steve: 	That's wha' I'm sayin'.
Nicko: 	...luckily enough, by the time I finished
Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta
, so out the door we go 
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive, off we drive 
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far,
Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I
, so out the door we go 
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive, off we drive 
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far,
you're better than me 
Well you're fucking wrong 

Everybody knows I'm Steve Motherfucking Polychronopolous 

Deal with it
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
(Hello,
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

Spoken:

Well, you know me and The Possum Eatin' Cowboys have
Been
Ya know, Steve, I wish we could just always have fun, and never, never, ever have to be sad. And just always smile and laugh, and sing, and play.
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
and the daily crime seemed to drip away the bomb
Steve felt he was missing that, and got tired of hanging home
He came home late from work and just stood by
and me in British racing green

And don't you know that you and I, we're never going home
And since we don't wanna be alone
Here we go, sliding in my
As Zooey Deschanel
I used the same napkin dispenser
As Steve Carell at a Taco Bell
Well I don't mean to brag but
Paul Giamatti's plumber knows me by name

I
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
never even called me by my name.

(spoken:)
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song,
and he told me it was the perfect country
Steve
Ah check it out I've got a story to tell you
Yes I'm talkin' about the 1st troop tour six
Days a week what a catastrophe
Yeah I know we got no
He'd like to know if you and me could help him in some way
A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
A small diversion caused by two,
with us
Don't you know we're dangerous?
We'll kill you. we'll kill you

Our thirst for blood is never enough
Is there a heaven for gangsters like
a name

He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius

He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor