I’m driving
on the wrong side of the road
Miller High Life
and a box of Marlboros
stars are burning
sky’s full of black holes
three kinds of poppers
blowing up my nose

Baby, don’t you know my name?
I’m famous everywhere I go
from London Town to L.A.
they call me Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad

I’m on the freeway
pedal to the floor
doing John Belushi lines
on a ouija board
evil spirits
coming through my doors
I’m just a tourist
in the afterworld, in the afterworld, in the after . . .

Baby, don’t you know my name?
I’m famous everywhere I go
from London Town to L.A.
they call me Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad

Tires blown out
I threw away my phone
blood is pumping
eyes are pinholes
they’ll never catch me
they’ll never never let me go
I’ve got front row seats
to the Academy Awards

Baby, don’t you know my name?
I’m famous everywhere I go
from London Town to L.A.
they call me Mr. Toad
Me, I’m on a roll,
I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll
from London Town to L.A.
they call me Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad
Mr. Toad