Текст песни: Guess Who. Coors for Sunday.

Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh
Now that you fell down?
You broke my will and stole my soul
Without even a half-ass frown

You got Coors for Sunday
You got a way with the Negro boys
Comes to steppin? on their women
Spendin? all your cash just to hear their noise

You got cool
Not even you could ever get that hip
Seems your nose started runnin? everytime
You tried to let your backbone slip

You know it ain?t right
When you?re screamin? in the morning

You got Kings at your table
They?re just a backstreet bunch of clowns
Steppin? out, have a look over
I hope I?m there to see you tumble on down