(guitar intro)

The Eastern road... it is potholin'.
Our shock absorbers... were they stolen'?
I'm old enough to drive... but not for readin'?
I'm on a nasty path, gone off the one that's beaten.
And down here by this river, the engine's overheatin'.
And you... tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
that I should concede, break out and read the directions?

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
Can't you feel that we'll still reach the boardwalk today?
'Cause the gas pedal's pushed, we're going away.
Look at all the cars I pass, haven't run out of gas.
Take a look at that sign, boy, it's sayin' "ONE WAY," boy
and you... tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
that I should concede, break out and read the directions?

Yeah, your blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'.
You think I should pull over to this here gas station?
I can't twist the truth, this car don't pass inspection.
My plugs don't quite make the proper connection.
And nothing quite works right in my fuel injection.
It's quite the old wreck, like a Chevy Citation.
This whole crazy car is just too frustratin'
And you... tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
that I should concede, break out and read the directions?

Think of all the parts this car had made in China?
What does that billboard say? "Welcome to Alabama."
We sure left home for four days of beach.
I guess Mobile Bay is the only one in reach.
The pounding of the gas, my driving disgrace.
This car's just about dead, no more will it race.
You're my next-door neighbor, you won't let me save face.
And you... tell me, over and over and over and over again, my friend
that I should concede, break out and read the directions?

No, no, I won't concede.
I will not read the directions.

(instrumental end)