Dog and Pony Show

If I could walk, I'd be a miner

If I could talk, I'd be a preacher

If I was a preacher

Tell you what: I'd save a million souls, even you

If I was a miner

Tell you what: I'd be a damn good one

This ain't a record

Neither a joke

Got us all worked up

And left us naked out here in the sun

You could say it's sad

I attach no importance to it

Just because of my hand

Just because of my shriveled little hand

I couldn't be a baseball player

Doesn't surprise me now

Even though we had a map

Took three days to find

Local rednecks stare

Taylor from Pismo

At the dog and pony show