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

Oh, why do I have to stay?
Why does she get to go?
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
That's when they were

Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the summer
And drunk on each other

Take a right at the graveyard
And a left at the ghetto
Climb up to where it's dark
Gonna take our clothing off

Lucinda had her head down
Braiding her hair so she could not see
That William had his eyes closed
Heading straight for a tree
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
Hanging 'round

He cut the wheel on banana peels
We're going 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 do I have to stay here?
Why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay?
Why does she get to go?