Can you show me A little more See the shore line Where it crashed years ago The rumble shook the plain Hats off to your garden fame And the nitwit pokes at her name And they cry for liquor Out on a greasy morning The driest jawn rides his way To be skinned alive by preachers But no worry A shallow shade shall cool this fool Into believing that Alaska is simply Just too far away And the nightmare ensues To resurrect each and every one of us In our greasy greatness And your sister is strong And leeway is damned for sure