Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
Up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know i found
And how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
In my fine leather truck

So i rolled up my dirty red pants
Took my shoes off
Crossed my legs when i danced
I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot
We smoked our last then headed for the pine knot
In my fine leather truck

Then the rain came down
And soaked us all up
Could not keep the technology
From suckin' us up
Spiderman was all i could remember then
We crossed the walls
And left that ugly town
In my fine leather truck