Friday Lunch
| Tune: The Mermaid (traditional) |
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Friday Lunch
It was Friday afternoon when we drove through a town In Indiana – it was Gary And a highway exit closed so on detour we were bound And the route we took was really scary Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know Oh it started out so well on a smoothly-graded road No warning that it was a trap It got narrow really fast and the weeds were closing in No it didn’t match the view from the map! Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know When we slowed to find our way heard cicadas in the weeds Ding ding ding ding like a banjo lullaby And a swishy swishy swish – something coming through the grass Lock the doors and windows – time to fly! Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know Found an unmarked roundabout that we almost couldn’t see For the trees and weeds were growing really tall When we reached the other side we soon learned to our dismay That the road was barely there at all Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know There were potholes left and right, there were humps and lumps and dips And the road was barely wider than the car And the creepy looming grass blocked our view of everything And we asked, do we know where we are Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know Swishy swishy said the weeds Chirp chirp ding ding said the bugs It’s too narrow for turning around Still we thought we’d get away, for the highway it was close We discovered that the swamp ate up the ground! Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know If you’re looking for some bards up Indiana way, take heed of my final mournful song Beware of Google Maps and some creepy gravel roads Their direction will steer you wrong Chorus: Oh will the wheels still roll Oh will the car still go Or will the creepy plants eat us up for Friday lunch So our fate no one shall ever know So our fate no one shall ever know |
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