Floating Opera | Lyrics

They don't look like cowboys but I guess it's in their blood
they crawl off the interstate when it gets hot enough
and they say...
Who's gonna buy this life insurance, Who's gonna buy this big fine car
Who's gonna buy this vacuum cleaner, Who's gonna buy this little song

and they ain't sold nothin' since they started out that day
and the radiator's burnin' and they don't have much to say

so they pony up a go-go while she twirls her six guns
they pony up a go-go and they kicks out the jams
they pony up a go-go cause the radio's blastin'
but she don't feel nothin' so she sits on her hands
and they drink their fancy vodka, they drink it down with lime
a little splash of soda water and they pony up a go-go
they pony up a go-go and ride

Outside the neon cocktail glass pours a drink of fire
right onto the interstate and they feel half alive
and they say...
Who's gonna buy this life insurance, Who's gonna buy this big fine car
Who's gonna buy this refrigerator, Who's gonna buy this little song

and they ain't sold nothin' since they started out that day
and the radiator's burnin' and they don't have much to say
so they say
won't you pony up a go-go and twirl your six guns
pony up a go-go, won't you kicks out the jams
pony up a go-go cause the radio's blastin'
but you don't say nothin' you just sit on your hands

so we'll drink our fancy vodka we'll drink it down with lime
a little splash of soda water
and we'll pony up a go-go, pony up a go-go and ride
pony up a go-go, pony up a go-go and ride
pony up a go-go, pony up a go-go
and ride ride ride ride ride yeah
ride ride ride ride ride yeah