I got an invite to a Saturday night
Shindig way up town
You know old John likes to have his fun
I couldn't turn a party down

The band was playing some highfalutin music
I'd never heard before
Everybody there seemed to like it a lot
But I was headed for the door

Then somebody had the nerve, to call in orderves
Like something from a real bad dream
On my dish was a little piece of fish
Some rice and three green peas

I've never had a taste for the social graces
The way some folks do
I've got problems, doctor can you solve 'em
Would you give me a clue

He said I can't treat a man in your condition
As he looked me in the eye
All I see, is John you'll be
Country 'til you die