Iwassittinginmybralerbuilding,surroundedbysteelofhighqualityfoldedaty-degreeaheonlythiierthanladiesisanI-beampaintedbrightyellow.ItoldemIwantedabigdoor.Abigdoorinfrontwhereagirlcouldhidehercarifshewaoevadethegazeofherhusba-poisonsalesman.Youeverbeenoutwitharat-poisonsalesman?Theyarefinefellowswithlittleredeyes.

    Ilayingwithmyforty-three-footoverheadtravelingewhichispaintedbrightyelloractigknogoverthestepladderwiththehook.Iwasatalowpoint.Idbeenthinkingaboutbread,coloredsteelbread,allkindsofcolorsofsteelbread--redyellreenbrownsteelbread--thenIthoughtno,thatsnotit.AndIdalreadymadeallthewelded-steelfour-thousand-poundartichokestheworldcouldaodatethatweek,andtheywouldmedrinknomore,onlyalittleLoarbeernowandthenwhiuchcarefor.AndmynewWaylonJenningsrecordhadascratit,wentcrackcrackcrackacrossthewholewidthofSideOwasthekindofimpasseuscreativepeoplereacheveryThursday,somepreferotherdays.SoIfiguredthatitototallywastethisvaluabletimeofmylife,Ihadbettergetoidbuststaoftheseraglio.

    Chorus:

    Ohstanzeohstanze

    Whatyoudoininthatse-rag-li-o?

    IbeenpoppinDarvonandmothballs

    PoppinDarvonandmothballs

    Eversiyougo.

    Well,Imotoredouttotheseraglio,gotblindsidedontheFreewaybytwohuhousandguystryingtogethomefromtheirworkattherat-poisonfactories,alltwohuhousandtapedecksplayinthesamething,somekindofroll-on-down-the-roadsong

    rollin

    rollin

    rollin

    rollin

    buttherewasntjustahellofalotofactualforwardmotioethishymntopossibility.