Once upon a time
Sometime ago back on the east coast
In New York City, to be exact
A bunch of artists and painters and
Sculptors and musicians and
Poets and writers and dancers
And architects
Started feeling real superior
To their ego-counter-parts
Out on the West Coast卻o,
They all got together and decided
They would show those snotty surfer upstarts
A thing or two about the Big Apple
And卼hey hired themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny
Chrome-plated cab-over
Peterbilt
With mudflaps, stereo, tv, am & fm radio,
Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper
All fresh
With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK"
Printed on the side of the door
With solid 24 karat gold leaf type
And they filled up this truck
With the most significant piles
And influential heaps of Art Work
To ever be assembled in Modern Times,
And it sent it West卼o chide
Cajole, humble and humiliate卼he Golden Bear.
And this is the true story of that truck
A Truckload of Art
From New York City
Came rollin down the road
Yeah the driver was singing
And the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over
And she rolled off the road
Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered
All over the ground
And it's a terrible sight
If a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around
(Yodel)
Yeah the driver went sailing
High in the sky
Landing in the gold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said
"Son, you're better off dead
Than haulin a truckload
Full of hot avant-garde
[Chorus:]
Yes卆n important artwork
Was thrown burning to the ground
Tragically卨anding in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen
Ahhh for miles all around
Yeah but nobody卥nows what it means
Yes卆 Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's a tough job for the highway patrol
Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke
An come runnin to poke
Then dig a deep ditch
And throw the arts in a hole
(Yodel)
Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is burning near the highway
And it's raging far-out of control
And what the critics have cheered
Is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews
Have been stewed on the road
[Chorus:]
Recitation: Once upon a time Sometime ago back on the east coast In New York City, to be exact A bunch of artists and painters and Sculptors and musicians and Poets and writers and dancers And architects Started feeling real superior To their ego-counter-parts Out on the West Coast卻o, They all got together and decided They would show those snotty surfer upstarts A thing or two about the Big Apple And卼hey hired themselves a truck It was a big, spanking new white-shiny Chrome-plated cab-over Peterbilt With mudflaps, stereo, tv, am & fm radio, Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper All fresh With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK" Printed on the side of the door With solid 24 karat gold leaf type And they filled up this truck With the most significant piles And influential heaps of Art Work To ever be assembled in Modern Times, And it sent it West卼o chide Cajole, humble and humiliate卼he Golden Bear. And this is the true story of that truck A Truckload of Art From New York City Came rollin down the road Yeah the driver was singing And the sunset was pretty But the truck turned over And she rolled off the road Yeah a Truckload of Art Is burning near the highway Precious objects are scattered All over the ground And it's a terrible sight If a person were to see it But there weren't nobody around (Yodel) Yeah the driver went sailing High in the sky Landing in the gold lap of the Lord Who smiled and then said "Son, you're better off dead Than haulin a truckload Full of hot avant-garde [Chorus:] Yes卆n important artwork Was thrown burning to the ground Tragically卨anding in the weeds And the smoke could be seen Ahhh for miles all around Yeah but nobody卥nows what it means Yes卆 Truckload of Art Is burning near the highway And it's a tough job for the highway patrol Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke An come runnin to poke Then dig a deep ditch And throw the arts in a hole (Yodel) Yeah a Truckload of Art Is burning near the highway And it's raging far-out of control And what the critics have cheered Is now shattered and queered And their noble reviews Have been stewed on the road [Chorus:] Explain Request ×
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