I don’t want to feel all cooped up
I feel like I’m on a chain
I got my ride all souped up
We’re [bad word] back again
Time it don’t mean nothing
Money means even less
Don’t bring nothin baby
You’re better then all the rest
I wanna go get lost
I wanna go get lost
I wanna go get lost

When you wear that real tight sweater
You know I can’t resist
It’s been that way forever baby
Ever since we kissed
Roll down all the windows
Turn up Wolfman Jack
Please, please love me tender
Ain’t nothin wrong with that
Let’s go get lost
I wanna go get lost
I wanna go get lost
I wanna go get lost

Whatever that they told you about me
Well all of it’s [bad word] You’re never gonna be with out me baby
I’m never gonna be without you
Top it off, fill it with high test
Think about it what cha gonna tell your boss?
And get lost
I just wanna get lost
All night long…

Tom Waits: vocal,guitar,percussion
Larry Taylor: acoustic & electric bass
David Hildalgo: guitars
Marc Ribot: guitars
Casey Waits: [bad word] Clint Maedgen: saxes
Ben Jaffe: trombone
Patrick Warren: keyboards