She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous, powder-nosed 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 sweat-socked demigod
And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
Her front porch gave way beneath her classified weight
And when an ambulance came, they said it's much too late
Oh, it's much too late
Oh, it's much too, much too late
Oh, it's much too late
How late? Very late, too late
Now, the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.
Have been penpals for years 'cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears have made a clean getaway
But the news bulletin claims it is gonna be okay
Now, Miss Lucy had a sweat shop 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 the alien geraniums demanded the facts
No violence, of course
No violence, no violence, of course
Hey, hey, no violence, of course
Of course, why yes, of course
I-I mean, I mean, of course
Why yes, of, of course
Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
And the 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-filled lungs
And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there's a, a back of a truck selling game show hosts
And there's a, a back of a truck selling the souls of the
dead
And there's a back of a truck selling crumb-free bread
This is New York!
Now, 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, wait a minute
Hey, wait a minute
Wait a minute, that's wait a minute, that's
Myy back of a head
Hey, you can't sell that, man, that's
Myy back of a head
Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me, hey,
it's
It's my, muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-myyy, oh
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous, powder-nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog, and she was back for more
She had eaten her dowg, D-O-W-G
She had eaten her dowg, d-do-dowg, d-do-dowg, dowg, dowg, do
She had eaten her, eaten, eaten her, eaten, eaten her, oh
Mmm, mmm
Ohh, ahhlalalalalalohhh
She
Wooo, woo-woo-woo, wooo, woo
Some more, yes please, some more
Some more, yes please, some more
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