Gary Smith - Nimrod's Son lyrics

[Verse 1] One night upon my motorcycle through the desert speed And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head "You are the son of a mother f**er" [Chorus] (One two three four) I shook all night and held her hand Chocolate people, well I'll be damned Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh, bury me Far away, please Bury me Ha-haaa! The joke is come upon me! [Verse 2] In my motorcycle mirror, I think about the life I've led And how my soul did leak in all the holes where I had bled My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said "You are the son of incestuous union" [Chorus] (One two three...) Now my head is clear, my roof has walls My daughter's pure, my son is tall Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh, bury me Far away, please Bury me Ha-haaa! Haaaa! Haaaa! The joke is come upon me!