| I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone | |
| I met the President when I was half stoned | |
| I've been so high, I've gotten confused | |
| I've been beat down, broke and used, mother****er | |
| I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy | |
| Rocked with Run, sang with Shotgun Willy | |
| Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby | |
| From three day old chili to sake with wasabi | |
| I'm home, hey, I'm home | |
| You never met a mother****er quite like me | |
| No, not like me, [incomprehensible] like me | |
| Hey like me | |
| No more being poured drink specials at Winners | |
| Or being ignored by the think straight sinners | |
| I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner | |
| Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd | |
| No beginners here, I'm a seasoned vet | |
| Educated on jazz by my man Ahmet | |
| Ertegun my friend, I've been to the world and back | |
| But I'm a Michigan boy, can you feel that? | |
| And I'm home | |
| You never met a mother****er quite like me | |
| Not like me, goddamn like me | |
| Hey, hey, like me | |
| Never thought I'd go as far in life as this | |
| Never made par and I could give two shits | |
| Never wanted to sell cars 'cause my dad was a dick | |
| Never wanted a guitar 'til I heard a lick like this | |
| And from the depths of Dixie to my northern spots | |
| You know it's time to rock when old glory drops | |
| I pimp through town with the top let back | |
| Black hat, fine blond cold pabst in my lap | |
| I'll adapt to any and all situations | |
| That's why they call me the pimp of the nation | |
| Hey bitch, you best believe | |
| I live in the woods not your world of greed | |
| Might, a little weed, might, a little yea | |
| I'm so proud to be livin' in the U.S.A. | |
| You never met a mother****er quite like me | |
| Hey, hey, like me | |
| [Incomprehensible] like me | |
| Hey, hey, hey like me | |
| You ain't never met, and you ain't never gonna meet | |
| You never met a, never met a, never, never, never | |
| Never met a mother****er quite like me | |
| You ain't never met a mother like me | |
| Hey you ain't never, never, never, never, never met someone like me | |
| (Hey, hey) | |
| Never met like me | |
| (Hey, hey, hey dude hey) | |
| Never met a mother like me | |
| (Come on, hey) | |
| And you never, and you never gonna, never gonna meet | |
| (Hey come on already) | |
| You never met | |
| Stop! | |
| What? | |
| Dude, there's more to life that just you |