Lost In America - Edwin Mccain

Well I made a small fortune sellin used cars

And it’s buried out back in a cookie jar

I raise a toast to Senior Escobar

For givin me a pot to piss in

Well I ran a little scam until '92

Now I hang around here for somethin to do

And I just keep talkin till I’m blue

To any one who’ll listen

Yes, we’re lost in America

And this land we’re so proud of

We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs

To get you out of your rut

Yes, we’re lost in America

She got a brand new lease on an Escalade

And a bumper sticker bout a whale to save

And she’s burnin up gas like they gave it away

At least her kid’s on the honor roll

She got a handful of pills to improve her mood

Liposuction, big, fake boobs

She got a Mexican maid that brings the food

To the birdcage made of gold

Bridge:

I’m droppin out

And I’m quittin this game

Yes, I’m washin my feet, turn off my phone

Changin my name, hittin the road

Don’t really know where I’m gonna go

But I’m gettin the hell out of here

In America