I drive north on state road 9, that’s the highway of Vice Presidents,
I read the billboards and the signs, wonder ‘bout the local residents,

grazin’ there in the cornfield, must be 6 or 7 deer,
the first colors of sunset reach my rear view mirror,
if anybody should ask me what I’m doin’ here…

I’m takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights)
just tryin’ to do what’s right,
I’m takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights…)

out in front of Smith & Sons stands a 12-foot-tall repairman,
he’ s cast in fiberglass, and he holds a car right in his hands,

stuff like that makes me laugh, Lord, people get so crazy,
then a cop speeds past me, makes me glad I’m drivin’ lazy,
I’ve had a nap, feelin’ fresher than a daisy,

takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights)
just tryin’ to do what’s right,
I’m takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights…)

I’ve seen signs for creeks and rivers, but I just crossed Tippey Ditch,
I think it’s safe to say the Tippeys weren’t all that rich,

& I’ve drunk a bit much Gatorade®, ate a few too many Reese’s®,
feels like I’ve got it made, though it all could fall to pieces,
now it’s time to end the song, so here’s the thesis,

we’re takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights)
just tryin’ to do what’s right,
(we’re) takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights…)
all day & night, takin’ in the sights.. (takin’ in the sights…)
but not without a fight, takin’ in the sights (takin’ in the sights…)