She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the mother superior with carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door She had eaten her dog and he was back for more back for more
Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat sock demi god Her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod Her front porch gave way beneath classified weight And when the ambulance came they said it's much too late oh it's much too 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 have made a clean getaway But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be ok 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 demanded the facts No violence off course no violence off course hey no violence off course. Off course? Why yes, of course
Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long The TV gets quiet as we 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 There's a back of a truck selling alien pods There's a back of a truck selling game show hosts There's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead There's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread There's a back of a truck selling the back of a car There's a back of a car selling roadway maps There are roadway maps selling the back of a head Hey how much for that back of a head, man? Hey wait a minute that's my back of a head Hey you can't sell that man That's mine Hey sell it back to me man Hey sell it back to me It's mine!
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the mother superior with carry-on luggage charms She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door She had eaten her dog and he was back for more