Regina Spektor: Back of a truck

She lifted the monument in her monumental armsShe was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charmsShe was this androgynous powder nosed girl next doorShe had eaten her dog and she was back for moreBack for more, back for moreOh she was back for more, some more, yes please, some moreHer gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demi-godAnd her geraniums thought themselves an alien podAnd her front porch gave way beneath the classified weightAnd when an ambulance came they said its much too lateOh its much too late, oh its much too, much too lateOh its much too late, how late? Very late, too late.Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.Have been pen pals for years cause they both hate balletOnly the pandas and bears have made a clean getawayBut the news bulletin claims it's gonna be okay Now Miss Lucy had a sweatshop where the immigrants workedProblem was they all turned to pumpkins at the twelve oclock strokePromptly confiscated by police precinct number XThat was when the alien geraniums demanded the factsNo violence, off course, no violence, no violence, off courseHey no violence, off course, off course, why yes, off courseI mean, I mean, off course, why yes, ofoff courseHere the story gets hazy and the hair gets too longAnd the T.V. gets quiet as we hear a real bad songThe mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongueAnd theres a back of a truck selling smoke free lungsAnd theres a back of a truck selling alien podsAnd theres a back of a truck selling game show hostsAnd theres a back of a truck selling the souls of the deadAnd theres a back of a truck selling crumb free breadThis is New York!Now theres a back of a truck selling the back of a carAnd theres a back of a car selling roadway mapsAnd there are roadway maps selling a back of a headHey how much for that back of a head, man?Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minuteWait a minute thatswait a minute thats my back of a headHey you cant sell that man, thats my back of a headHey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to meHey its, its my m-m-m-m-m-m-mineShe lifted the monument in her monumental armsShe was the Mother Superior with carry-on luggage charmsShe was this androgynous powder nosed girl next doorShe had eaten her dog and she was back for moreShe had eaten her dog, D-O-W-GShe had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dogShe had eaten aeaten aeateneaten heroooohMmmmmmmmmmmmmOhhhhohhh.ohhhhOoooh.oooooohoooohSome more, yes please, some moreSome more, yes please, some more