A truckload of art from New York City   Was hauling a weighty load   The driver was singing,   the sunset was pretty   But the truck turned over and it rolled off the road      CHORUS:   Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway   Precious objects are scattered all over the ground   It's a terrible sight,   if a person were to see it   But there weren't nobody around      Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo   Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo   Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo   Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo      The driver went sailing high in the sky   Landed in the cold lap of the Lord   Who smiled and then said:   "Son, you're better off dead   Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant garde"      REPEAT CHORUS      REPEAT HOOs      Yeah some important artwork was thrown to the ground   Tragically landing in the weeds   And the smoke could be seen   from miles all around   But nobody knows what it means      CHORUS:   Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway   And a tough job for the highway patrol   Who'll soon see the smoke,   come running to poke   Dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole      REPEAT HOOs      CHORUS:   Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway   And it's raging far out of control   What the critics had cheered   is now shattered and queered   And theres no more reviews as it's strewed? on the road      CHORUS:   Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway   Precious objects are scattered all over the ground   It's a terrible sight,   if a person were to see it   But there weren't nobody around