5am, friday morning
  Thursday night, far from sleep
  I'm still up and driving
  Can't go home obviously

  So I'll just change direction
  Cause they'll soon know where I live
  And I wanna live
  Got a full tank and some chips

  It was me and a gun
  And a man on my back
  And I say "holy holy"
  As he buttoned down his pants

  You can laugh, it's kind of funny
  Things you think at times like these
  Like I haven't seen Barbados
  So I must get out of this

  Yes I wore a slinky red thing
  Does that mean I should spread
  For you, your friend
  Your father, Mr. Ed

  It was me and a gun
  And a man on my back
  But I haven't seen Barbados
  So I must get out of this

  And I know what this means
  Me and Jesus, a few years back
  Used to hang and he said
  "It's your choice babe just remember

  I don't think you'll be back
  In 3 days time, so you choose well"

  Tell me what's right, is it my right
  To be on my stomach of Fred's Seville

  It was me and a gun
  And a man on my back
  But I haven't seen Barbados
  So I must get out of this

  And do you know Carolina
  Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
  These things go through your head
  When there's a man on your back

  And you're pushed flat on your stomach
  It's not a classic cadillac

  It was me and a gun
  And a man on my back
  But I haven't seen Barbados
  So I must get out of this