There's ole Gray with 'er dove-winged hat   Threre's ole Green with her sewing machine   Where's the bobbin at?   Tote'n old grain in uh printed sack   The dust blows forward 'n dust blows back   And the wind blows black thru the sky   And the smokestack blows up in suns eye   What am I gonna die?   Uh white flake riverboat just flew by   Bubbles popped big   'n uh lipstick Kleenex hung on uh pointed forked twig   Reminds of the bobby girls   Never was my hobby girls   Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin'   Cork bobbin' like uh hot red bulb   'n uh blue jay squeaks   His beak open an inch above uh creek   Gone fishin' for a week   Well I put down my bush   'n I took of my pants 'n felt free   The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon   Far as I could see   It's night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion   It's black now 'n the blackbird's feedin' on rice   'n his red wings look diamonds 'n lice   I can hear the mice toes scamperin'   Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock hole   One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl   Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can       Me 'n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam