To put up with the output
  I don't think about it,
  Hold on and hold out
  Or I'd be left out without it
  Things better get better
  I gotta get
  Thing's should get good
  But they haven't yet
  While these things keep bringing
  And bringing me grief
  I've got that one something
  That still brings relief
  Cowboy coffee and chemical cream
  Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
  Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers
  And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams
  It's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head
  It's not that I'm swamped
  Buried under near dead
  It's just the daily grind
  To bring the daily bread
  I wasn't born rich
  I'm good looking instead
  While these dailys "dille-dallie"
  And I'm daily employed
  I've got that daily something
  That's daily enjoyed
  Cowboy coffee and chemical cream
  Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
  Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers
  And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams