To the Rev.
Wanted to become something, wanted something for the handlebars
Hair like a pumpkin, and a kid at home in a jar
Foamy supports us, selling beads and oils in the bars
Melts men like candles when she climbs into their cars
Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white
Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye
Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye
Everybody got a postcard; no one could make out a single word
Foamy addressed them to the girls out driving herd
All the men still come down; rub the mole and kiss her photograph
Foamy's not downtown... she's wide open across the plains!
Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white
Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye
Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye
We tried!
Eyes like Pharaohs, black and white
Foamy's gone on vacation, she's waving us goodbye
Foamy's taking the Harley, she's kissing us goodbye