How here's a little story - I've got to tell About three bad brothers - you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot - the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl - I ran into a guy His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" - he said, "Hi"
He told a little story - that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry - he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw - I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said,
"Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here - an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand - I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin
"Now I got the gun - you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter I did it like this - I did it like that I did it with a whiffleball bat So I'm on the run - the cop's got my gun And right about now - it's time to have some fun The King Adrock - that is my name And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne." We rode for six hours the we hit the spot