F# We had our bikes C# And wearing Spandex B Three of us, my brother and my cousin named Josh At Crater Lake with California license plates A Prius and an energy bar In my fatigue, I turned the key And drove the car like a frisbee on a methadone high And just my luck, a Ranger in a pick-up truck Appeared as the image of God And I don't like to start a fight The Ranger rolled with his hands on his gun He gave us shit, and made us sit On the curb with our back to the terminal sun Chorus: A# B C# What price would I pay G# To reverse my fate? G#m F# Old man of the lake C# Have a laugh at us now (Coo-Coo-Coo) My brother said "don't give him trouble" As he made a remark at the officer's back The Ranger reached and swung his gun around My brother went down like a domino pair And like a dream the Ranger screamed "Put your hands on your head Keep them where I can see them" He cuffed 'em off And fucked 'em up With a laugh while we sat With our hands on the curb Chorus: What wish could I call From the witches cauldron? Old man of the lake Have a laugh at us now (Coo-Coo-Coo) (Coo-Coo-Coo) Old man of the lake Have a laugh at us now (Coo-Coo-Coo) (Coo-Coo-Coo) Old man of the lake Have a laugh at us now (Coo-Coo-Coo) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# B C# F# G# G#m |