44's a BMW; 66's a Yamaha, 
44's just like mother; 66 owns Omaha. 
44 & 66; 66 & 44, 
What a piston; what a bore, 66 & 44. 
66's a long old jet plane, goin' to a folk festival, 
44's a hot jazz player, yeah; and his belly's never full. 
44 & 66; 66 & 44, 
You got to push what you can't pull, 66 & 44. 
66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art, 
66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart. 
44 & 66; 66 & 44, 
Flick your Bic at the right door, 66 & 44. 
66's a brand new baby bouncin' on his grandma's knee,
44's a long old coffin, open arms for you and me. 
44 & 66; 66 & 44, 
Say goodbye and close the door, 66 & 44. 
66 is Waylon Jennings, and he can't find his cologne, 
44 is Nelson Eddy, and he's crying on the telephone. 
44 & 66; 66 & 44, 
Outlaws don't dig to be poor, no, 66 & 44. 
66 is just a number; 44 is just a gig, 
66, apprentice plumber; 44 still wants to make it big. 44 & 66; 
66 & 44, Add 'em up, you get some more, 66 & 44.