The Big Chair - Da Vinci's Notebook

The road is hard

The road is long

I drive to fast

The wind blows strong

I try to tie it down

It still flops around

My chair, my royal throne

It’s all I got

It’s not a lot

To show for the years

And the fight we fought

She paid the bill

I miss her still

This chair, is all I own

I suck, I suck

I move the big chair in the little truck

My luck has gone away

Big chair and little truck

Got no T. V

But I am free (Be free like a bird)

And freedom tastes

Like reality (This realities breaking my mind)

When we split apart

It freeze dried my heart

But this chair, is mine alone

I want to stop

I’m about to drop

I’m going eighty-five — Look out!

There’s a cop

I think I might

Get to my new home by night

I wonder, should I phone?

(Ha-ha-ha-ha!)

I suck, I suck

I move the big chair in the little truck

My luck has gone away

Big chair and little truck

Mexican radio

Seven rest stops to go

I’ve got my clothes and my dignity

And a great comfy symbol to show:

I suck, I suck

I move the big chair in the little truck

My luck has gone away

Big chair and little truck

You know I suck, I suck

I move the big chair in the little truck

A shmuck am I today

Big chair and little truck

You know I suck, I suck

I move the big chair in the little truck

A shmuck am I today

Big chair and little truck

(He sucks)