Whippoorwill won't ya listen To my roaming story We started out frying Up a morning glory I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know i found And 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 And soaked us all up Could not keep the technology From suckin' us up Spiderman was all i could remember then We crossed the walls And left that ugly town In my fine leather truck