Bill Jocko

Why do I have to stay,

And why does she get to go

Oh, why, do I have to stay here,

And why, does she get to go?

Oh why, do I have to stay here,

Why does she get to go?



Down came Bill Jocko

From the heart of Hooterville

Take down your Christmas tree

But I know that you never will

Riding lover was his lady,

And she did not know his mind

When Billy took the Datsun

To the top for the last time

And that's when they were

Drunk on wine coolers

That they stole from her mother

Drunk on the Summer

And drunk on each other



You better take a right at the graveyard

And a left over at the ghetto

Climb up to where it's dark

And gonna take all of our clothes off

Lucinda had her head down,

Braiding her hair so she could not see,

That William had his eyes closed,

Headin' straight for a tree,

And that's when they were



Drunk on wine coolers

That they stole from her mother

Drunk on the Summer

And drunk on each other



One, or two, or three hundred feet down to the ground

Let's do it now when there ain't no park ranger hangin' 'round



He cut the wheel on banana peels,

We're goin' straight into a skid

Shut off the motor, and gone straight off of the ridge

They hit hard, like a broken wand,

And Lucinda she was dead

He climbed back up to the top,

And this is what he said,

He said

Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?

Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?

Why does she?

Why does she?

Why does she?

Why does she?