I was picking peas on my grandpa's plantation It was a typical mid-summer's mid-westernfail of Evesham Scott I was just about to take my break when somethingcaught my eye Something was the most peculiar pick-upIt was coming in a rousing high To my surprise, the pick-up pulled up fromthe cab A deep voice cried, hey boyhey boyhey boy, tell me where to go I want to get down to an all-night yogaWhere to get down to this winter's town I want to knowI want to knowYou can't eat herIt's to clean this up, I said, with great civilityAnd nothing going on in this vicinityExcept for a little old secret sinus-up anxietyWell, I looked at that old prickly face And he gave me back a broad grinSound too hot in this place, he said Guess I'll just keep goingLeft me there, finished my fill By the light left in the evening skyBut I ain't never gonna forgetTurned it on, bolted the extra mileYou can't eat herCopyright © Element Animation 2011