Last night my house came down on the witch
Now munchkinland round here's got one less bitch
What you gonna do, when they come down hard on you?
Everybody's staring down at your brand new walking shoes
Well them lolly-pop punks they left me stoned
Im seeing colors on the threads of my two tone
Get along little doggy, truck it on down the line
The law around here don't like your kind
Their gonna stick their monkeys on you
Well its a long way back to nowhere
Send back my vest and fitted suit
And if I should fall, take me on the river down to Lafayette
Where them trumpet players blow
And that second line will play my song
Ride brother ride those yellow lines
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Well there's a hole in the bucket, hangs on a ten penny nail
Where all the people sit cross-legged waiting on their mail
Cruella Deville, on her busted bicycle
Comes riding in with a hairy chin, serving papers to the man
Won't you lend me a hand on the way
Sister Georgina says we're not okay
Today's the day the sun will shine
And we pack the trunk, shake some hands and skip on down the path
Where Rainman would count all the poles
And those Knickerbockers stop to smoke their bowls
Farmer john's been sold on the bucket, leaks like a sieve
Metal man he's got his joints that just don't want to give
Miss Gulch got the cats tongue
He got the whole damn possy on the run
But the band marches on, and we'll play our favorite song
Ride brother ride those yellow lines
Ride brother ride those yellow lines