Well I was tearing down o 342
Big black engine you wish you knew
Drove by a clown, 2 cat, 4 nuns and a mule.
It seemed pretty cool so I turned around
And pushed that pedal to the ground.
I pulled back up that poor little clown.
He cryed and smiled bat with only a frown.
Then I passed the cats and onto the
Huns.
And want you know it they were asking
For funds.
So I drove on down to the mule
In the back tried to put him
In my truck but he ran just to fast
As I was chacing him down threw
The corn fields and the mud.
I shining eye came from above.
It was a midget "Hulk Hogan" with to
Big arms.
Before I knew it he was tearing up
the farm smashing stuff left and right
O dear god I tried to hold on
But as he grabed the truck I remembered
A song and let loose the wheel hoping
It would hit him and he would be gone
But instead he jumped on the truck
Broke the winder
Tried to pull me out but I was stuck.
Then it crossed my mind I still had
That pickle and turned to my lunchbox
In the back by my bicycle. I opened it up
And what did I see but the Mexican
Pickle looking back at me well he jumped
Up real fast in a heary.
Said hey sinyor don't worry.
Trust me I know what to do. And he
Sit back down and pulled out a spoon
Then he looked me in the eyes and smiled
Real big then he spit out his gum and
Did a little jig.
Then he through the spoon an hit the
Midget.
And the midget feel over and left
Me his didgets and hot said
Call me its all good we can meet
On the moon just don't bring the
Spoon
Created in partnership with the Canadian noisemakers, the late legend's final collaborative LP enshrines his ability to lift joint ventures into otherworldly territory. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 8, 2021