I can't take this kinda pressurenI must confess one more dusty roadnIt would be just a road too longnnWorthless...nnI just can't, I just can'tnI just can't seem to get started!nDon't have the heart to live in the fast lanenAll that has passed and gonennWorthless!nAnd there ain't nothing you can do about itnWorthless!nPardon me while I panic!nWorthless! Worthless! Worthless!nnI come from KC MissourinAnd I got my kicks down on Route 66nEvery truck stop from Butte to MOnMotown to Old AlabamanFrom Texarkana and east of SavannanFrom Tampa to Old KokomonnWorthless...nnI once ran the Indy 500nI must confess I'm impressed how I did itnI wonder how close that I camenNow I get a sinking sensationnI was the top of the linenOut of sight, out of mindnSo much for fortune and famennOnce took a Texan to a weddingnOnce took a Texan to a weddingnHe kept forgetting his loneliness lettingnHis thoughts turn to home, and returnednnI took a man to a graveyardnI beg your pardon, it's quite hard enoughnJust living with the stuff I have learnednnWorthless...nnOnce drove a surfer to SunsetnThere were bikinis and buns, there were weeniesnFellini just couldn't forgetnnPico, let's go up to ZumanPico, let's go up to ZumanFrom Zuma to YumanThe rumor was I had a hand in the lay of the landnnGet up and go hit the highwaynnI worked on a reservationnWho would believe they would love me and leavenOn a bus back to old Santa Fe?nOnce in an Indian nationnI took the kids on the skids with the HopinWas happy til I heard 'em say:nYou're worthless!