I'm tryna put you on that level (oh yeah) You know you could do much better (do, oh) Tryna put you on that level, another level You know you could do much better (do) I'm tryna put you on that level (oh, oh) You've been so incomplete And stop wasting my

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke

He don't like that He wants his life back He wants to go back home Poor guy that man John Thomas His woman truly was a devil And she wasn't all that honest She tore him down on every level You're a no good lazy motherfucker Gotta a shit job you worthless

Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses, stores and banks Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level And shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war Oh, grandpa wore his suit to