After salvaging a good but rotting wood bass guitar

On a late night trip to the city dump

The man with the dirty disco twelve inch hands

Got in his light blue van

And heading to the school dance

He noticed cold water creeping up the cuffs of his pants

He swerved to dodge two people

Planting flowers in the middle of the on-ramp

And as the water level in the van, it began to rise

He attributed the water to the bass guitar

(and that's probably why it was in the trash in the first place)

And as the water got to the bottom of his ribcage

He thought about his laundry in the back

And the brand new dress shirt

And how the water'd sog the starch right out of the collar

He probably should have pulled right over to the shoulder

But he was late for the dance

And he couldn't reach the bass from where he sat

To throw it out the window

He was five minutes from where the function was

And he could hold his breath for two or so minutes if he must

Brand new skinny ghost

I don't trust tall dudes as far as I can throw 'em — that isn't far

Meet your brand new angel monster

Microwave, meet your maker

But if i could, I'd throw 'em head first into the ground like a javelin. And leave 'em there. Feet protruding out of the dirt like his headstone: here lies tall dude

Brand new skinny ghost

Meet your brand new angel monster

Microwave, meet your maker

Brand new skinny ghost

Meet your brand new angel monster

Microwave, meet your maker