And there's a back of a car selling road way maps
Of course, why yes, of course
Now there's a back of a truck selling the back of a car
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more
Now Miss Lucy had a sweat shop where the immigrants work
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more

Hey how much for that back of a head, man?

She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog

Some more, yes please, some more
Very late, too late
And there's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead
Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet
And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods

And there are road way maps selling a back of a head
Hey you can't sell that, man, that's my back of a head
No violence, of course, no violence, no violence, of course
Only the pandas and bears have made a clean get away

Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demigod
Oh it's much too late
And when an ambulance came they said it's much too late
I mean, I mean, of course, why yes, of course

Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me
Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X
Wait a minute that's wait a minute that's my back of a head
Her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight
The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue
She had eaten, a eaten, eaten a, eaten, eaten her

Back for more, back for more
She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
Hey it's, it's my m-m-mine
Oh she was back for more
Some more, yes please, some more
But the news bulletin claims it is gonna be okay
That was when alien geraniums entered into a fight

And there's a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs
Some more, yes please, some more
Oh it's much too, much too late
And the TV gets quiet as I hear a real bad song
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charms
Oh it's much too late, how late

Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the 12 o'clock stroke
Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minute
This is New York
And there's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread
Hey, hey no violence, of course

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
And there's a back of a truck selling game show hosts

She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog, D O W G
Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.