Hey Lolly, it's a french toast breakfast    We're slidin' like a firehouse sundown    Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs    Get as brittle as an eight track stone sound       Like a farmer on a never wilt acre    You ask me, maybe will never see a spaceman    I know what's in that hangar in Ohio:    Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances       On a field trip    We won't think about 'em, think about 'em    We're where the freeway stretches    Out like pop songs    On a field trip    We won't think bout 'em, thinnk about 'em    We'll take a spray can    Paint the city like a coffee stiring stick       In the midnight we can walk like aliens    Pack our baggage in a red-head suitcase    The rainbow is a can of lucky colors    Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters