We were minding our own business
on a backroad cruise
when the wheel began a thumpin’…
Don’t you hate bad news
when your life’s already bumpin’?
It ain’t anything you’d choose.
We got the flat tire blues.
No, this ain’t no ruse—
We got the flat tire blues.

So we dug out the jack and the pitiful spare;
the only thing easy was at least it held some air
You shoulda seen us arguin’..
We’re really quite the pair…
but we made it back home
without losing too much hair.
We had the flat tire blues.
No it weren’t no ruse.
We had the flat tire blues.

Pay attention to the clues.
This ain’t no time to snooze
or get bamboozled by the news.
Listen to the muse
and which direction you must choose.
You might win and you might lose…
either way, you pay your dues.
You’ll get the flat tire blues.
Don’t matter where you cruise…
you’ll get the flat tire blues

Greenland’s ice is melting
while Australia rages fire.
Sabers are a rattlin’
as the bully shouts his ire.
The planet is a wobblin’;
poles are tilting in a shift.
What can free us from the mire,
unstick us from the rift?
We got the flat tire blues.
No, this ain’t no ruse…
Let’s be clear on what we choose
since we got everything to lose…
We got the flat tire blues
and we ain’t  got no spare.
We got the flat tire blues