To my roaming story  
 We started out frying  
 up a morning glory  
 I tell you 'bout the things ya like t?know I found  
 & 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  
 & soaked us all up  
 Could not keep the technology  
 from suckin' us up  
 Spiderman was all I could remember then  
 We crossed the walls  
 & left that ugly town  
 In my fine leather truck