Yellow Lines

Last night my house came down on the witch Now munchkinland round here's got one less bitch What you gonna do, when they come down hard on you? Everybody's staring down at your brand new walking shoes Well them lolly-pop punks they left me stoned Im seeing colors on the threads of my two tone Get along little doggy, truck it on down the line The law around here don't like your kind Their gonna stick their monkeys on you Well its a long way back to nowhere Send back my vest and fitted suit And if I should fall, take me on the river down to Lafayette Where them trumpet players blow And that second line will play my song Ride brother ride those yellow lines Well there's a hole in the bucket, hangs on a ten penny nail Where all the people sit cross-legged waiting on their mail Cruella Deville, on her busted bicycle Comes riding in with a hairy chin, serving papers to the man Won't you lend me a hand on the way Sister Georgina says we're not okay Today's the day the sun will shine And we pack the trunk, shake some hands and skip on down the path Where Rainman would count all the poles And those Knickerbockers stop to smoke their bowls Farmer john's been sold on the bucket, leaks like a sieve Metal man he's got his joints that just don't want to give Miss Gulch got the cats tongue He got the whole damn possy on the run But the band marches on, and we'll play our favorite song Ride brother ride those yellow lines Ride brother ride those yellow lines