Truckload Of Art

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 a*sembled 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)