Back of a Truck

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms

She was the mother superior with her 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-socked demigod

And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod

Her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight

And when an 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 get away

But the news bulletin claims it is gonna be okay

Now Miss Lucy had a sweat shop where the immigrants work

Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the 12 o'clock stroke

Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X

That was when alien geraniums entered into a fight

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 course

Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long

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

The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue

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

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

And there's 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 road way maps

And there are road way maps selling a 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 that's 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 m-m-mine

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms

She was the mother superior with her 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 dog, D O W G

She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog

She had eaten, a eaten, eaten a, eaten, eaten her

Some more, yes please, some more

Some more, yes please, some more