D- man, I was thinkin' so bad
I thought life would be a living hell for me
But I got a new lease
Scribbled down on loose leaf
And see, I got some clarity
I was feeling bad for myself
And that's bad for your heath
A door slamming means standin' all alone by yourself
But another opened up
Was it God or just dumb luck?

Welcome to the Skid Ranch Scotty
Welcome to the Skid Ranch Scotty

D- man, I'm feeling fly as f-
You wouldn't even believe my luck
D- boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The City of Champs has served me well
D- man, I'm feeling fly as f-
You wouldn't even believe my luck
D- boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The City of Champs has served me well

As punk rock king, Molly as Queen
Gave human rights like candy on Halloween
They were shocked, I swear, changed to free healthcare
And said we solemnly swear to actually listen and care
Made reparations to oppressed races
Said we'd never make it treating addicts like patients
And everyone had a roof over head
Nobody left in the street for dead
And things go bad for the Catholic Church
We renamed 'em, "the pope and his perverts"
With me as punk king, we kept doing our thing
Gave a fair share to those
Who play, write and sing

D- man, I'm feeling fly as f-
You wouldn't even believe my luck
D- boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The City of Champs has served me well
D- man, I'm feeling fly as f-
You wouldn't even believe my luck
D- boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The City of Champs has served me well