Stone drunk as a skunk on the beach
Tripping over dead seagulls
This is mine, draw a line in the sand
My kinda crime is legal
Sobered up and now I'm squishing the fishes
Their dying sound sounds funny
They're coming back as dollars and cents
They're coming back as money
Drill, drill
Drill, drill
Drill, drill
Drill, drill!
(I was born under a wanderin' star)
More oil, more fire, more fuel
Grease the wheel when it's squeakin'
I'm the man who keeps it spinning around
And cuts loose on the weekend
Alright!