By Stephen Boyd Cates
Whatcha gon do when the grid goes down
And ya can’t text your baby when she’s way cross town?
Will ya cry, will ya cuss, will ya fuss and frown
Cuz ya got no batt-e- REEZ!?
Can’t find no batt-e-REEZ!
Well, the phones won’t work cuz there ain’t no juice
To charge ‘em up—it just ain’t no use,
So you get you a gun and go out and cruise
Just to steal some batt-e-REEZ.
Gotta find some batt-e-REEZ!
Go getcha gun now and practice up
Cuz the whole damn world is gonna erupt
And they’ll shoot you down and they’ll kill your pup
Just to get some batt-e-REEZ!
They want some batt-e-REEZ!
The smart I-phones won’t do no good
Everyone will be just as dumb as wood
Cuz they can’t answer questions like they used-ta could
When they had some batt-e-REEZ!
But there won’t be no batt-e-REEZ!
Well, your baby’ll go peddalin’ like a whore
Just a-sellin’ that thing from door to door
A-workin’ night and day just to try to score
Some stinkin’ batt-e-REEZ!
She gotta find some batt-e-REEZ!
When no electricity can be found
Not even for a mark a buck or a pound
You won’t e-mail your friends cross town
Cuz you got no batt-e-REEZ!
There ain’t no batt-e-REEZ!
Well, time’ll pass but it’ll do no good
You’ll be scroungin’ round a-lookin’ for wood
To cook your meat and heat the hood
Cuz there ain’t no batt-e-REEZ!
Ya won’t have no batt-e-REEZ!
I dreamed they fought a war in Jesus’ name
But when they texted everbody—well, no one came
It was the same ol’ thing—the same ol’ game
There wadn’t no batt-e-REEZ!
Can’t fight without batt-e-REEZ!
Well, I moved to Montana—I live off the land
I play my music in an acoustic band
No wah-wah peddle No amp’s demand
Or stinkin’ batt-e-REEZ!
Well, if the grid goes down it won’t bother me
Don’t need no E-lec-tri-ci-ty
Ain’t got no phone, no grid—I’m FREE!
Don’t need no batt-e-REEZ!
Don’t want no batt-e-REEZ!
Just keep your batt-e-REEZ!