No one can take our freedom But, we will be (Toht, Raiders of the Lost Ark)
I wanna chill with my homie In the boonies of Wyoming And see a TV and a Harrison a-moping
Number one on my bucket list Oh no Jimmy Buffett's pissed
Let's scream at each other Til we both have heart attacks
Tell Melissa and Calysta that we'll miss 'em
As we can carry in our hand
We'll find a secret teepee In the far reaches of the ranch Where you keep a secret box That has got a secret stash
Let's regard little Henry
Let's burn mosquito toast
I wanna get stoned with Indiana Jones I wanna get bored with Harrison Ford I wanna get high for 6 days and 7 nights Don't ask me why but the sky seems really nice
Let's feed horses to our carrots And never call our parents Let's never do our errands
Let me cross this off my bucket list
You can Force 10 from Navarone You can say I didn't kill my wife
No clear and present danger to our teepee in the shade We'll get so fucking baked it's like were running on a blade Call this our last crusade We can get Sean Connery stoned We can chill on monkey brains
And this bad news for Nazis monkeys So let's break out stinky skunk Cause getting drunk is a chore
I wanna get stoned with Indiana Jones I wanna get bored with Harrison Ford I wanna get high for 6 days and 7 nights Don't ask me why but the sky seems really nice