don't pass me a combncause I got me a poem running through my mindnndon't remind me you're deadncause i'd rather think instead of the times you livednnforcing the circumstancenchasing ambulances up the roadnnwas that a laugh or cough?nplease drop my cousin offnhe's heading home to Perthnhe got his money's worth in Canadannbut he sure had a lot to say about America todaynbut she's been beaten up, she's been battered downnbut we all get confusednlose sight of those tiny cluesnchasing ambulancesnnsome chasing the mighty bucknsome chase till their wheels get stucknsome chasing piles of dirtnsome chasing a piece of skirtnnsome chasing their own tailsnsome chase till all else failsnsome chasing common sensensome chasing a picket fencennme, i'd rather chase you downndon't ask me how I found the balls to say hey, hey, hey...nnbut I sure got a lot to learn about waiting for my turnnbut i've been beaten up, i've been battered downnbut we all get confusednlose sight of those tiny cluesnchasing ambulancesnni'd rather chase you down, yeahnnot ambulances, child, noni'd rather chase you downnnot ambulances, child, non