Letra de Back of a Truck (Papa's Bootlegs, Live in New York)
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm She was this androgynous, powdered-nose girl next door She had eaten her dog and she was back for more Back for more Back for more Oh she was back for more Some more, yes please, some more Her gym teacher thought himself a sweatsocked demigod And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod Her front porch gave way beneath her classified weight And when the ambulance came they said it's much too late as always Oh it's much too late Oh man man man, it's much too late Oh it's much too late How late? Very late, too late-a-late, late-a-late-a-late-a-late-a-late Now the people of New Guinea and the people of LA Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet Only the pandas and bears had made a clean getaway But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be okay Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants worked Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the 12 o'clock stroke Promptly confiscated by police, Precinct Number X That was when alien geraniums demented the facts No, no violence of course No violence, no violence of course No violence of course Of course, why yes, of course I mean, I mean of course, why yes, of course Here the story gets hazy and her hair gets too long And her TV gets quiet as we hear a real bad song The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue And there's a, a back of a truck selling smoke-free lungs And there's a, a back of a truck selling alien pods And there's a, a back of a truck selling gameshow hosts And there's a, a back of a truck selling the souls the dead And there's a, a back of a truck selling crumb-free bread This is New York! And there's a back of a truck selling the back of a car And there's a back of a car selling roadway maps And there are roadway maps selling the back of a head Hey, how much for that back of a head man? Hey, hey how much for that back of a head man wait- Wait a minute Wait a minute That's, that's my back of a head You can't sell that, man That's, that's my back of head Hey you can't, you can't sell that Give it back! Give it back! Mine, mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mine She lifted the monument in her monumental arms She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charm She was this androgynous, powdered-nose girl next door She had eaten her dog and she was back for more She had eaten her dog D-O-W-G She had, she had eaten her dog D-dog dog, da-da-da-d-dog She had eaten her Eaten her Eater her- oh Oooh Oooh Oooh Some more, yes please, some more Some more, yes please, some more