Beneath the starlit pain-filled skies
Sciatica Stan he never denies
The ache that courses down his spine
He'll keep on ridin' oh how he'll shine
His leathered face tells tales of woe
That wasn't a word I said it wrong
But his spirit's strong don't you know?
With each groan he'll laugh it off
He's a hard cunt
A cowboy with sciatica
Tough as they f*cking come
Ough ough ough
Let's go ough (cough)