

Mike Honcho's running wild through the county line
Eyes wide open, completely lost his mind
He's on that white dust,
howling at the moon Says he's gonna build a rocket,
leaving real soon
Nose nachos,
Mike Honcho's flying high
(flying high) Nose nachos,
looking for a fight in the sky (yeah-eah)
He's rewiring the tractor in the pouring rain
No umbrella, singing through the pain Talkin' to the shadows,
chasing down the ghosts That white lightning is what he loves the
most
MIKE HONCHO!
Nose nachos, Mike Honcho's flying high
Nose nachos! (haha)