This one?
Your life is spinnin' out of control
Seems the whole world is out to get you
And everything is wrong. Nothin' seems right-ih
There's a sinking feeling inside-eh
Even your best friend has turned his back
But you can't let it bring you down, no, you've got to fight-eh
'Cause you try, but you can't let go___
[the tempo picks up and Coop begins to drum to the song on his steering wheel]
It's when you're down that you gotta get up-uh
Don't let 'em walk all over your face-uh
Stand up for yourself and make everything
Right again
[he switches from fingers to fists, his determination returning]
Even if some guy's tryin' to blackmail you
[he stops drumming, as the song seems to be addressing him]
And your girlfriend thinks you suck
It's up to you to let them know that it was all just part of
Some rich guy's evil plan
[he begins tapping the steering wheel again]
Look out ahead, there's a truck changin' lanes
[he hears a truck and looks off to his left]
You got some yellow crumbs on your upper lip
[he checks his upper lip]
And those warts on your dick aren't gonna go away
[he looks down with big eyes at his groin, then the radio, and thinks about turning it off]
'Less you start using topical cream everyday
[he turns the car around and goes back the way he came. A sign on the side of the road indicates where he's going - the airport]
(A barfight is brewing between Reynold's group and Bradshaw's, Reynolds slyly turns away from and then sucker punches Bradshaw right in the mouth. Bradshaw works his mouth, spits out a tooth and then smiles real big.)
Reynolds then says quietly to his group, "Boys, I think we're in trouble!"
Thank you. I feel much better now.