the dog can sit shotgun,
up front with the people.
a new jalopy, we got rattlin'
down the highways, janglin
with out life atop and in tow.
the moon is wet and yellow
tonight, like the mouth of
my crush after he eats that
taffy momma buys us, because
of course I gave him my piece
of taffy, knowing, well, he ain't
kin, but, just a friend, (ah hell),
momma only bought taffy for us
kids. anyway, it's time we all went
to bed--hitchhikers, too--and
father swears on nature, in the morn
we'll be someplace new.