The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Truck Stop lyrics

Scratched water gla** Food on my fork From whoever ate before Straight off the floor Placed gently on my table. By a waitress weary dreary greasy Pam And the best steel-guitar in the land On the jukebox. Their plastic menus With multiple selections A few last minute penciled in corrections. All that leaves is watered-down stew And mine has a fly in it. And the best steel-guitar in the land On the jukebox. Truck stop. Roar! Roar! You heavy equipment mother-truckers! I saw a fly stuck on some fly paper About to die And his eyes sent out a warning To a co*kroach in the hall. And I'm writing words on another bathroom wall. Red the trucker and some others Gave us too hard a time. Threw a chair and everything We said "Sit down, skinhead, You already impressed the waitress!" Rose Rose Clipped bu*terfly Goddess Rose Rose Rose we look alike Rose Rose I'm coming home to see you Do you stilllike bikers? Hitchhikers. Rose Rose do you remember what it was like When we worked together? Do you remember the steam on the windows Warm sweat on our bodies Truck stop. Roar! Roar! Eating a plate full of all this hog-slop.