To the Rev

Wanted to become something, wanted something for the handlebars

Hair like a pumpkin, and a kid at home in a jar

Foamy supports us, selling beads and oils in the bars

Melts men like candles when she climbs into their cars

Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white

Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye

Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye

Everybody got a postcard; no one could make out a single word

Foamy addressed them to the girls out driving herd

All the men still come down; rub the mole and kiss her photograph

Foamy's not downtown... she's wide open across the plains!

Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white

Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye

Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye

We tried!

Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white

Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye

Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye