It was march At the farmers market Still kinda cold outside There were people selling their odds and ends And vendors selling fruit inside At the back of the lot Set an old taco truck That sold tacos for a dollar a pop I had 3 and a glass bottle coke And wondered if I should buy strawberries or not
While I was driving a Monster Truck, I ran over Mister Ed. I accidentally ran over that talking horse and now he's dead. Mister Ed said "F* you" to me with his final breath. Millions of people are upset because of his death.
That horse let out a smelly **** before he died. When his owner saw what happened, he cried. Wilbur Post called Peta and that got me in a lot of trouble. I was sued and the only lawyer I could afford was Barney Rubble.
I lost the lawsuit because Barney is stupid because he's from the Stone Age. When I couldn't pay Wilbur ten million bucks, the cops locked me in a cage. Please listen to my advice or you may go to jail and your spouse will get a divorce. If you ever drive a Monster Truck, you'd better not run over somebody's talking horse.
At first I thought I was born to succeed, Which was good and great because I lack luster for greed To give and to cherish was largely my creed, Life blooms everywhere so why covet its seed? For shame and for glory, my truth was a story.
A story, not a fable, one with use in its cradle No. Not my truth, my feeble fiction. That to give and to gain was no contradiction.
With strong head and strong body I’ve wasted my days, To think beau intention wouldn’t lead me astray.
You see I’ve done all I could in the space of this mind, To unravel the hope to create world’s in kind.
Eureka! I had it, for one second’s perception, A prospect in favour of catastrophic direction.
Though its gone I still taste it, like the vacuum in glass, My pious mis-deception that my chance has not passed.
We have very little money so we're living in our truck. We are in need of shelter but sadly, we are out of luck. My wife's dad offered to give us shelter but we had to obey his rules. I turned him down, some people call me a rebel, others call me a fool. I would **** to have a bed that is nice and soft. Winter is coming up so we'll freeze our ***** off. When a man cussed my wife and I out, he had the mouth of a sailor. He beat me up because we secretly moved into his travel trailer. He said we could've lived in his travel trailer if we had asked first. As he beat me senseless, I thought I would be hauled in a hearse. We are both broke, people certainly can't say that we have big bucks. Because I'm a rebel who won't live by rules, we'll continue to live in our truck.
The three wheeled truck sees the fours and asks itself "Why can't I be like that?" The three wheeled truck has two four wheeled parents, but still only has three wheels. The three wheeled truck is a bit slower than four and is unable to haul as much. The three wheeled truck is left to rust.