Sarah memorized every bumper sticker
on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot
every weekend in the fields with the windows hot
She learned to work 'em into every sentence
so good she made herself useful to the men who print 'em
All the way up in the balconies
half the working classes clapping ones and threes

She had 'em hearing old Dixie
driven down in every note of Barry's baritone
And strangle-holding pearls in the clutches
of their liver spotted hands
She made PC worse to Mama
than the VD Daddy brought home from the rodeo
She made it look so easy all Fat Donnie
had to do was wear the pants

What's a girl got to do to get a little bit of credit
in a place like this?
For knowing Night Moves crowds
would never heed The Rivers cautionary winds
Knowing only Mama's boys would claim
involuntary self-inflicted rage
Tikis would've never hit the streets
if it weren't for Sarah's flame

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker
on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot
every weekend in the fields with the windows hot
She learned to work 'em into every sentence
so good she made herself useful to the men who print 'em
All the way up in the balconies
half the working classes clapping ones and threes

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker
on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot
every weekend in the fields with the windows hot