She lifted the monument in her monumental arms 
 She was the mother superior with carry-on luggage charms 
 She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door 
 She had eaten her dog and he was back for more back for more 
 
 Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat sock demi god 
 Her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod 
 Her front porch gave way beneath classified weight 
 And when the ambulance came they said it's much too late oh it's much too 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 have made a clean getaway 
 But the news bulletin claims it's gonna be ok 
 Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants worked 
 Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the twelve o'clock stroke 
 Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X 
 That was when the alien geraniums demanded the facts 
 No violence off course no violence off course hey no violence off course. Off course? Why yes, of course 
 
 Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long 
 The TV gets quiet as we hear a real bad song 
 The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue 
 And there's a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs 
 There's a back of a truck selling alien pods 
 There's a back of a truck selling game show hosts 
 There's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead 
 There's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread 
 There's a back of a truck selling the back of a car 
 There's a back of a car selling roadway maps 
 There are roadway maps selling the back of a head 
 Hey how much for that back of a head, man? 
 Hey wait a minute that's my back of a head 
 Hey you can't sell that man
 That's mine
 Hey sell it back to me man
 Hey sell it back to me 
 It's mine!
 
 She lifted the monument in her monumental arms 
 She was the mother superior with carry-on luggage charms 
 She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door 
 She had eaten her dog and he was back for more