Well I'm packin' up my game an' I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped
with scripts & fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills & chill like flint
By an old drop top & find a spot 2 pimp
Then I'm a Kid Rock it up an' down your block
With a bottle of scotch & watch lots a crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up
an' down the coast

Give a toast to the sun drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix & tossed outta bars
Zip to Tiajuana I wanna roam
Find Motown tell them fools come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
& set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid Rock I'm the Real McCoy
& I'm headed out west sucker cuz I wanna be a

With the top let back & the sunshine shinin'
West coast chillin' with the boones winin'
Ridin' at night cuz I sleep all day
I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
I goes - like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp stoned freak
stoned outta my mind
I once was lost but now I'm just blind
Palm trees & weaves scabbed knees & lice
Get a map to the stars find Heidi Fleiss
& If the price is right then I'm a make my bid boy
& Let Cali-Por-Nia know
why they call me

With the top let back & the sunshine shinin'
West coast chillin' with the boones winin'
Ridin' at night cuz I sleep all day
I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah Kid Rock you can call me Tex
Roll sunset woman with a bottle a Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette rolled down my glass
I said yeah this dick bitch right in your ass
Gun sligin' girls swingin' spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hozs I'm the boss with the sauce & the horse
No remorse for the sheriff
and his I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red
then paint his wife white
Cause chaos rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players