Glen was cruisin' those streets one nite,
Hittin' each bar in sight
In his fancy car, fightin' hard to stay on the roadway
With guzzle the name of the game,
Often old, "Has-been" guys like Glen go a little insane
And it ain't all that surprisin'
If they blink their blood shot eyes on,
That old black and white, with a flashing, spinning red lite,

Like a Wine Stoned Cowboy,
Dipped, and cuffed in the back,
'Ridin' off to the jail, they go,
Like a Wine Stoned Cowboy,
'Gettin' nightstick numbies
From cops that they don't care to know,
Rich lawyers callin' over the phone

Made a little Toyota clip,
Thought he could pull a slip,
But that thinkin' when takin' a sip,
Is always the wrong way
And then that BMW,
Ain't worth the dog crap under your shoe
And it ain't all that surprisin'
If they blink their bloodshot eyes on,
That old black and white, with a flashing, spinning red lite

Like a Wine Stoned Cowboy,
Dipped, and cuffed in the back,
Ridin' off to the jail, they go
Like a Wine Stoned Cowboy,
'Gettin' nightstick numbies,
From cops that they don't care to know
Rich lawyers callin' over the phone