There was a baby boy and he made some noise in the moonlight with a drum
I heard a cheer and an empty beer for every song with the band he sung
It's a bitch, it's a grin, it's a luck, it's a sin growin' up with a good time band
But keep keeping on with the beat of your drum cause you're keeping in time like a man
Hunter take the good times, Hunter take the bad times
Send 'em down the road in a VW bus
Sitting in the back of the bus
With your circle of friends
I always did like you, one day they're gonna mic you
And they're gonna read about you in the magazines
But I never seen another one like you
And you know I never will again
It's hard to get along when your same damn songs don't say just what you mean anymore