Lyrics

[INTRO]
Oh, Knut, oh, Knut, where did you go?
From the bright-lit classroom to the gay truck glow.
Driving down the road, now he's wild and free.
Trailer in tow to campground near a nuclear glow.


[VERSE 1]
His name is Brooke Knutson, a liberal lost at sea,
In a truck that shines so manly, oh, can’t you see?
Used to roll with pride in the gayest of rides,
Now he’s got that Ram and he’s cruising with pride.

[CHORUS]
Oh, Knut, you're living the dream,
Divorced and adrift, but you're still on the beam.
Spraying citrus so fresh, but don’t touch those blinds,
When it comes to overtime, you’re the first in line.

[VERSE 2]
Once an educator, now he’s divorced masturbator, but hey, that's how we go!
Walking to a job, he’ll blow right past you,
In his mind, he's a hero, in his heart, he’s true.

[CHORUS]
Oh, Knut, you're living the dream,
Divorced and adrift, but you're still on the beam.
Spraying citrus so fresh, but don’t touch those blinds,
When it comes to overtime, you’re the first in line.

[BRIDGE]
Now he's out there searching for a purpose and a place,
Life ain’t perfect, but he's finding his grace.
With every mile he’s driving, finding laughter in the pain,
He’s a lost liberal, but he'll aboard that Trump train.

[CHORUS]
Oh, Knut, you're living the dream,
Divorced and adrift, but you're still on the beam.
Spraying citrus so fresh, but don’t touch those blinds,
When it comes to overtime, you’re the first in line.

[OUTRO]
So here’s to you, Knut, may you always find your way,
Lost but not forgotten, you’re a light in the fray.
From a gay truck to a Ram, it’s a wild ride ahead,
In this life of twists and turns, just follow where you tread.