This is a song about "Wooden clogs"

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I can finally rest in piece and sit in my wooden chair.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear