Back of a Truck

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms

She was the mother superior with the carry-on luggage charms

She was this androgynous powder-nosed girl next door

She had eaten her dog and she was back for more

Back for more

Back for more

Oh, she was back for more

Some more, yes, please, some more

Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat sock demi-god

And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod

Her front porch gave way beneath her classified weight

And when the ambulance came, they said it's much too late

Oh, it's much too late

Oh, it's much too, much too late

Oh, it's much too late

How late? Very late, too late

Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A

Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet

Only the pandas and bears have made a clean getaway

But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be okay

Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants worked

Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the twelve o'clock stroke

Promptly confiscated by police, precinct number X

That was when the alien geraniums amended the facts

No violence, of course

No violence, no violence, of course

Hey, hey, no violence, of course

Of course, why, yes, of course

I mean, I mean, of course, why, yes, of, of course

Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long

And the TV gets quiet as we hear a real bad song

The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue

And there's a, a back of a truck selling smoke-free lungs

And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods

And there's a, a back of a truck selling game show hosts

And there's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead

And there's a back of a truck selling crumb-free bread

This is New York

Now there's a back of a truck selling the back of a car

And there's a back of a car selling roadway maps

And there are roadway maps selling the back of a head

Hey, how much for that back of a head, man?

Hey, wait a minute, hey, wait a minute

Wait a minute, man, wait a minute, that's my back of a head

Hey, you can't sell that, man, that's my back of a head

Hey, hey, sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me

Hey, it's, it's my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, oh

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms

She was the mother superior with the carry-on luggage charms

She was this androgynous powder-nosed girl next door

She had eaten her dog and she was back for more

She had eaten her doug, D-O-W-G

She had eaten her dodo, d-dodo, d-dodo, d-dodo

She had eaten her, eaten, eaten her, eaten, eaten her, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Some more, yes, please, some more

Some more, yes, please, some more