One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
  And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
  My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
  "You are the son of a mother fucker"
    One two three four
    I shook all night and held her hand
  Chocolate people well I'll be damned
  Land of plenty, land of fun
  To find out I'm Nimrod's son
    Oh bury me
  Far away please
  Bury me
    Ha-haaa
  The joke has come upon me
    In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
  And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
  My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
  "You are the son of incestuous union"
    One two three
    Now my head is clear
  My luke hands washed
  My daughter's pure
  My son is tall
  Land of plenty, land of fun
  To find out I'm Nimrod's son
    Oh bury me
  Far away please
  Bury me
    Ha-ha Ha-ha
  The joke has come upon me