Riding in the Van to Belvedere

Livin' in a van
down by the river
eat a can of Spam
feel my heart quiver

Lay it on the line
take it and go
sip the murky brine
drink from her toe

Chomp through the funk
with a front tooth missin'
No turning back to
a man that won't listen

Crawlin' up the hill
on my hands and knees
Find a dollar bill
for some government cheese
that leads to a piece
of American pie

I stand up straight
to fix my tie
Grinding on the stone
day after day
now that I'm older
I guess I just say

I know its all
worth it...
or just
down-hill from here
Now that I'm
Livin' in a house
with Belvedere.