[Verse 1]
Cheapskate on the hill, a thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs one more night

[Chorus]
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill

[Verse 2]
Drugstore hooligan, another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie, but having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existence

[Chorus]
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill

[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride, burning daylight
Last up at dawn, Tight Wad Hill