wanted to become something wanted something for the handlebars hair like a pumpkin and a kitten 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 got a 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 to rub the mole and kiss her photograph Foamy's not downtown she's wide open across the plains