Pure Denizen Of The Citizens' Band

Frank Black

I want to ask you fellows

Why do you shut me out?

When I've driven every place that they call land

I talk plain talk

I've seen the moon sitting on the road

And I don't eat no chateaubriand

And I drive my car

Under same stars

Where the miles are

Come back I demand

Dear gentlemen

Please let me in

I don't know how I can

Make you understand

I'm a pure denizen of the citizens' band

Hey friend you know what I'd do

If I was making the bucks

I'd move into a place

Where all they had was trucks

'Cause there's one thing I can't stand

There's one thing that I cannot stand

One thing I cannot stand

Can't stand

Cannot stand

Can't stand