I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch Right on the California freeway I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive 'Cause I know I know I know Where I go oh lord they're gonna bless me jive Poor you, poor me Poor everybody who buy to be Poor me, poor you Poor everybody who die to do I parked my motorcycle on Hollywood and vine And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string 'Cause I know I know I know What I dear I bear my charm to king Poor you, poor me Poor everybody who buy to be Poor me, poor you Poor everybody who die to do