Testo I'm Still Wondering Where The Bastards Are

We were on our way to FlagstaffDriving up that windy roadWith two roadworthy vehiclesAnd one hellacious loadSomehow they fell behind usWe thought we'd meet them thereBut here we are in FlagstaffAnd the van's Christ knows whereAnd I'm still wondering where those bastards areThey're probably swilling in some Sedona barI think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards areWell they didn't bother callingThey knew just where we'd beThe band was told to start at nineAnd now it's ten-fifteenIf we don't get set up and playThe bar will close its doorsThen we'll have to pay for our way homeBy sweeping up the floorsBut I'm still wondering where those bastards areThey're probably swilling in some Sedona barI think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards areThe owner told us flatlyWe won't play here againUntil hell freezes over,Perhaps not even thenWell it's time to leave this empty barIt's closing anyway You might say we're shit out of luckBut all that I can say is...I'm still wondering where those bastardsThey're probably swilling in some Sedona barI think I'll have a cigarette and I'll sit here on the car'Cause I'm still wondering where those bastards are