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