Field Trip

Lyrics

Hey Lolly, it's a French toast breakfast We're sliding like a firehouse sundown Feels like I oughta scream some chrome songs Get as brittle as an 8-track stone sound Like a farmer on a never-wilt acre You ask me, "Maybe, will we ever see a spaceman?" I know what's in that hangar in Ohio Dinosaur jaws and a lot of sorry glances On a field trip We won't think about 'em, think about 'em We're where the highway stretches out like pop songs On a field trip We won't think bout 'em, think about 'em We'll take a spray can Paint the city like a coffee-stirring stick In the midnight we can walk like aliens Pack our baggage in a redhead suitcase The rainbow is a can of lucky colors Just ignore the drama, haggle with some roosters On a field trip We won't think about 'em, think about 'em We're where the highway stretches out like pop songs On a field trip We won't think bout 'em, think about 'em We'll take a spray can Paint the city like a coffee-stirring stick Field trip [x3]