Back of a Truck (Papa's Bootlegs, Live in New York)
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๐ ID: 8576318
๐ Lyrics
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm
She was this androgynous, powdered-nose 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 sweatsocked demigod
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 as always
Oh it's much too late
Oh man man man, it's much too late
Oh it's much too late
How late? Very late, too late-a-late, late-a-late-a-late-a-late-a-late
Now the people of New Guinea and the people of LA
Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears had 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 12 o'clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police, Precinct Number X
That was when alien geraniums demented the facts
No, no violence of course
No violence, no violence of course
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 her hair gets too long
And her 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, a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there's a, a back of a truck selling gameshow hosts
And there's a, a back of a truck selling the souls the dead
And there's a, a back of a truck selling crumb-free bread
This is New York!
And 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, hey how much for that back of a head man wait-
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
That's, that's my back of a head
You can't sell that, man
That's, that's my back of head
Hey you can't, you can't sell that
Give it back!
Give it back!
Mine, mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mine
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm
She was this androgynous, powdered-nose 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, she had eaten her dog
D-dog dog, da-da-da-d-dog
She had eaten her
Eaten her
Eater her- oh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Some more, yes please, some more
Some more, yes please, some more
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm
She was this androgynous, powdered-nose 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 sweatsocked demigod
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 as always
Oh it's much too late
Oh man man man, it's much too late
Oh it's much too late
How late? Very late, too late-a-late, late-a-late-a-late-a-late-a-late
Now the people of New Guinea and the people of LA
Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears had 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 12 o'clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police, Precinct Number X
That was when alien geraniums demented the facts
No, no violence of course
No violence, no violence of course
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 her hair gets too long
And her 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, a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there's a, a back of a truck selling gameshow hosts
And there's a, a back of a truck selling the souls the dead
And there's a, a back of a truck selling crumb-free bread
This is New York!
And 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, hey how much for that back of a head man wait-
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
That's, that's my back of a head
You can't sell that, man
That's, that's my back of head
Hey you can't, you can't sell that
Give it back!
Give it back!
Mine, mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mine
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm
She was this androgynous, powdered-nose 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, she had eaten her dog
D-dog dog, da-da-da-d-dog
She had eaten her
Eaten her
Eater her- oh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Some more, yes please, some more
Some more, yes please, some more