I gonna tell you a story. It happened long ago. About a redneck boy. Down from tupelo. I got the slick black hair. I played a rock guitar. I liked to shake my hips man. Then i went too far. He ate his weight in country ham. Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. I had a lot of girls. I had a lot of guns. When they found me dead. The whole world was stunned. Went to the pearly gates. Said "I'm the hippest thing". And Peter said "Well son. We already got ourselves a king". He lived on southern deep-fried spam. Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. He finished his short life. Sweaty and bloated and stoned. He ruled his domain and he died on the throne. No "Yes-Men" no colonel he went.... ...all alone.... Hey man that looks like me down there on the floor. I heard the devil cry. Real loud and clear. "You were the big man there. You're just a sideman here. Well I know your face. And I've heard your name. Looks like heaven's loss. Is gonna be my gain". (I've got plans for you man). He ate his weight in country ham. Killed on pills and woke in disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Disgraceland. Well I woke up right here. In disgraceland. Thank you.... Thank you very much....