Standing waist high in snow,. what brought me here I do not know.. Sky is filled with starry scenes. of heroes and their greatest deeds.. Satellites move across the sky,.
Woke Up This Morning, Put On My Sunday Shoes.. Don't Ask Me Why, It's Just The Nature Of My Groove.. I Larged Down The Boulevard, Came Under Attack,. But I Rocked Them Senseless, 'Cause Honey It's Tight Like That..
Behind the Cliffside Inn,. I heard a fiddle and a mandolin,. keeping rhythm on an old washboard. and stomping on the floor.. Saw people of all sorts. dancing 'round in twos and fours,.
When I talk, talk on the C.B.. Yeah, I scare men. My, my tire knockers rock. The parking lot quite a lot, yeah. . Rolled along 40 and roared down 10. Released my cargo around the Big Bend.
So you say you want to go to Heaven. Well I got the plans. It walks like the Sasquatch. And it breeds like Kubla Khan. . In original dialect. It's really quite cryptical.