Truckload of Art

A truckload of art from New York City Was hauling a weighty load The driver was singing, the sunset was pretty But the truck turned over, and it rolled off the road Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway Precious objects are scattered all over the ground It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it But there weren't nobody around Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh The driver went sailing high in the sky Landed in the cold lap of the Lord Who smiled and then said "Son, you're better off dead Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant-garde" Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway Precious objects are scattered all over the ground It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it But there weren't nobody around Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, some important artwork was thrown to the ground Tragically landing in the weeds And the smoke could be seen from miles all around But nobody knows what it means Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway And a tough job for the highway patrol Who'll soon see the smoke, come running to poke (And) dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway And it's raging far out of control What the critics had cheered is now shattered and queered And there's no more reviews as it's strewed on the road Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway Precious objects are scattered all over the ground It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it But there weren't nobody around