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Regina Spektor

Back Of A Truck

 

Back Of A Truck

(album: 11:11 - 2001)


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-sock 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
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 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 is 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, of course. No violence, no violence, of course
Hey, hey no violence, of course. Of course. Why yes, of course
I mean, I mean, of course. Why yes, of of course

Here the story gets hazy and her 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 back of a truck selling smoke-free lungs
And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there's a back of a truck selling game-show hosts
And there's 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 my back of a head!
Hey, you can't sell that, man! That's my back of a head!
Hey, hey sell it back to me, man. Sell it back to me
Hey, it's it's mine. M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mine!

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 dog! D-O-W-G
She had eaten her dog, d-d-dog, d-d-d-dog, d-d-dog
She had eaten her, eaten, eaten her, eaten, eaten her oh
Mm-mm-mm. Oh-oh-oh-oh. Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, some more? Yes please, some more
Some more? Yes please, some more

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?