Moby Grape - Big lyrics

They called me a weiner I called them a nerd Called her a who*e And she called me a turd I called her long distance She said I's absurd Not a discouraging word On the range could be heard And he asked me "How does it feel?" Come a-ti-yi-yippie-yippie-yippie-yay, o-lo-lo-lo-leee Oh, don't you cry for me I started playing on somebody's amp Lasted me all through the night Some cowboy grabbed that hay lady's snatch Said "If you have her stamped, it's all right" And I'm tired of being treated this way Been used, abused, I'll be long gone Don't try to find me Just watch for the stage I'll be on Ran out of money 'bout six months ago Been livin' on cactus and plants Now I'm thinkin' 'bout k**in' my cow But I hear that they're gods and thou shall not k** And you ask me "How does it feel When your best friend is all veal And you're hungry?" They try to tell you on radio show And on the TV screen Nothin' these days seems make much sense So, oh, vo-dee-o-do I'm tired of being treated this way Been used, abused, I'll be long gone Don't try to find me Just watch for the stage I'll be on Along with this record a plan of attack Ride up to you with a gun at your back And we invite you to purchase our side As you watch, on our a**, as we ride And I'm tired of being treated this way Been used, abused, I'll be long gone Don't try to find me Just watch for the stage I'll be on