Cumin' Atcha Live / Truckin'

(album: Five Man Acoustical Jam - 1990)

Alright!
Hey, are we ready?

Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is trouble, I'm a danger in the street
My motor's in overdrive, my pedal's to the floor
I never get enough, I'm always coming back for more

Here I come, better step aside
I said here I come, oh yeah, well I'm a-coming at you live
I'm coming atcha live

The only one you want, I never give a warning twice
Well anything could happen like the rolling of the dice

Here we come, you better step aside
I said here we come, we're coming at you live

Coming at you live we're coming atcha live
Coming at you live coming atcha live
Coming at you live you better step aside
Coming at you live ow! ow!

[Solo]

Coming at you live we're coming atcha live
Coming at you live coming atcha live
Coming at you live you better step aside
Coming at you live coming atcha live
Coming at you live coming atcha live
Coming at you live coming atcha live
Coming at you live step aside, step aside
Coming at you live 'cos here we come

Trucking, I'm a-going home, whoa whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back trucking on

What in the hell ever happened to sweet Jane?
She's lost her marbles, you know the chick ain't the same
Living on reds, and vitamin C, and cocaine
All the friend can say is "ain't it a bitch"

Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down, sometimes I'm wearing thin, they just won't let you in

Sometimes the light's all shining on me, other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me, what a long strange trip is this that's right

Alright! You guys liked that one, right?
(Just like at home, that's pretty good...)

Hang on a second, I gotta tune up here, or tune down, actually
Alright! We're just fucking round tonight, but we're gonna have a good time
Ain't we, Philadelphia? Alright. Let's kick some ass!