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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... an important artwork

Was thrown burning to the ground

Tragically... landing in the weeds

And the smoke could be seen

Ahhh for miles all around

Yeah but nobody... knows what it means

Yes... a 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 them 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)