VERSE 1:
Cruising down the highway
This igmo cuts me off
I honk my horn and make a face
But he just turns to scoff
Yes he's on his cell phone
And Starbucks in his hand
So I fume and fuss
And stare and glare
Thinking this to beat the band
Rolling down the street
His manner indiscreet
I said, Dang! What a dickhead!
CHORUS: More than a bonehead
Different from a jerk
I bet you got a couple of them
Where you do your work.
solo voice: What a dickhead
CHORUS: What a dickhead
solo voice: What a dickhead
CHORUS: What a dickhead
— ?? The chorus comes back in at the end of the guitar solo; we might change this
CHORUS: Oooh oooh (once)
Oooh oooh oooh (continues thruout verse 2)
VERSE 2: Cruising thru the channels
When much to my surprise
Handlebar Geraldo
Appears before my eyes
Now I knew he was a punk
From when they broke his nose
He's just a fake reporter
But he still keeps getting shows
And then he pulled what I thought
Would be his final trick
Stick in his hand
Plans in the sand
Ejected just that quick O
repeat CHORUS
VERSE 3: The thing about these shmucks is
When they rise and shine
They look right in that mirror
And everything is fine
Smug and selfrighteous
With that unctuous smiley
Fronting when we know they lame
Talking 'bout you, O'Riley!
Nothing left to say
How do they get that way?
Dang! What a dickhead.