I woke up in the back seatnOf a long white CadillacnI was staring at the floor boardnAbout the time every thing went blacknnI woke up in San FrancisconAn empty bottle was in my handnSomebody leaned into the back seatnAnd said something ‘bout the promise landnnSo I pulled out my pistolnI fired a few shots in the windnI told that driver keep your eyes on the road boynI fired a few shots off againnnI'm a wild childnI'm a wild one babynI'm a wild childnI'm a wild one baby