Jokes On Me

Well the look she gave was pure disdain
 As my beat-up truck pulled up to her place
 Yea it looks like hell
 It's good enough for me
 The steering wheel pulls to the left
 The radio is missing, the antennae's bent
 But she fires right up
 Oh I couldn't change it now if I tried
 It's the way I look that keeps me alive
 Well I eat my soup from a coffee cup
 And I drink my beer from a stolen mug
 Yea it's not too slick
 It's good enough for me
 And my toes poke through holes in my socks
 And they say my head, it's full of rocks
 Yea I'm not too quick
 So just let me be
 Oh I couldn't change it now if I tried
 It's the way I live that keeps me alive
 Well I'm messed up
 But it's not my fault
 I shoulda known better than
 To try from the start
 Life set me up
 And now the joke's on me