Station wagon full of Fritos Coke and Twinkies, stale Doritos Head for the desert, Interstate 10 Pull off anywhere, and then Concentrate, don't make a sound We'll psychokinetically pull one down
Taco Bell and filter kings Correctol and onion rings Banning, Blythe and Indio Desert Center too, you know Concentrate, don't make a sound We'll psychokinetically pull one down
Will they have protruding brows? Will they breed us just like cows? Will there be some tests to run? We'll be guinea pigs for fun Don't really care if they take us away As long as we're back for work Monday