Gimme Things

[Verse 1]
'63, November twenty-two
I know just where I was, where were you?
I remember crying driving home, I sure do
LBJ and Jackie in that dress on a plane
Looking like soldiers standing in the rain
On the power of science and reason would be in vain

[Chorus]
So give me Levi’s Straight Cut, a Walkman, a set of fins
What else, baby, can I believe in?
Give me Coca-Cola strapped to a Fender Twin
What else, baby, can I believe in?

[Verse 2]
There was King standing in the Memphis sun
Just waiting for the bullet from James Earl Ray's gun
I'm thinking something’s ended, oh Lord, something's just begun
Saw the flames rising in the DC night
Heard the sirens wailing, saw the flashing lights
Didn't hear nobody talking about civil rights

[Chorus]
So give me Levi's Straight Cut, a Walkman, a set of fins
What else, baby, can I believe in?
Give me Coca-Cola strapped to a Fender Twin
What else, baby, can I believe in?

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Hey now, hey, what do the suits say?
It's another King, another day
It's another fire in the streets of LA
I got a job, got a house, got a wife
And I got a boy who tells me, "Hey Dad, get a life"
Yeah, I got a boy who tells me, "Hey Dad, get a life"

[Chorus]
So give me Levi's Straight Cut, a Walkman, a set of fins
What else, baby, can I believe in?
Give me Coca-Cola strapped to a Fender Twin
What else, baby, can I believe in?
Give me Vegas, Elvis, Chuck Berry duckwalking
Give me Big Mac, Marlboro, movies where the good guys win
Give me midget mud wrestling, big hits, a little skin
So give me Levi's Straight Cut, French fries, a set of fins
What else, baby, can I believe in?
I said what else, baby, can I believe in?
What else, baby, can I believe in?