Tekster: Clutch. Pure Rock Fury. Great Outdoors!.

All you lasses in Parnassus, swallowing swords
Shooting out fire at us heathen hordes
I was thinkin' something before I began
But then you done cut off both of my hands

Now I do my drinking from bamboo straws
Constantly kicking at tarantulas
What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!

Jump into the water
Keel-hauled on the Constellation
Don't sell my belongings
'Cause you know that I'll be back

Remember when I told you that I was a samurai?
Well the fact of the matter is, that was a lie
There were some other things that I'd rather not recall
Y'all can blame it all on the alcohol

But you ain't got no business criticizing me
This is my house and I'll do as I please
What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!

Jump into the water
Keel-hauled on the Constellation
Don't sell my belongings
'Cause you know that I'll be back

Move it on over and give me a slice
If you're in the market for green zucchini
Farmers' Almanac got the largest size
Winnebago woman, whatcha cookin'?
Move it on over and give me a slice

I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics
If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets
And maybe do an interview with Larry King while floating
I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics
If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets

Move it on over and give me a slice