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A Truckload of Art

 From New York City

 Came rollin' down the road

 Yeah the driver was singing

 And the sunset was pretty

But the truck turned over

 And she rolled off the road

Yeah a Truckload of Art

 is burning near the highway

Precious objects are scattered

 All over the ground

 And it's a terrible sight

 If a person were to see it

 But there weren't nobody around

(Yodel)

Yeah the driver went sailing

High in the sky

 Landing in the gold lap of the Lord

 Who smiled and then said

 "Son, you're better off dead

Than haulin' a truckload

 full of hot avant-garde

(chorus)

Yes... an important artwork

Was thrown burning to the ground

Tragically... landing in the weeds

And the smoke could be seen

 Ahhh for miles all around

 Yeah but nobody... knows what it means

Yes... a Truckload of Art

 Is burning near the highway

 And it's a tough job for the highway patrol

 Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke

 An come runnin' to poke

Then dig a deep ditch

 And throw them arts in a hole

(Yodel)

Yeah a Truckload of Art

 Is burning near the highway

 And it's raging far-out of control

 And what the critics have cheered

 Is now shattered and queered

And their noble reviews

 Have been stewed on the road

(chorus)