Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm at the train depot
Seeing all these people
In orange vests, getting off and on the freeway
Getting in me way
Thinking that these slaves
Must be making a dumpster out the highway for wee pay
Dodging, weaving
Impossible not to see them
Until I make a stop at this one little place to shop
Hey, it's Don

[Chorus 1]
These are tales
You don't know so well
So let me tell ya
There's something you always get from them
Some moral, some lesson
I've learned this so
Let me tell ya again

[Verse 2]
Mr. Taulbertson
I get to talking to him
Don is nodding
I pick up a travel guide about Sicily
I have to ask this guy simply
"Hey, Don, been out the country any?"
He says he's been to Europe
Sure enough, I get into
My reading, so I must have asked twice, mistakenly
Don takes it in stride, how nifty
Don points at his mag, says
"This man, bet they'll elect him mayor of this
Backwoods place right here"
"Yeah Don, you're right, I think you make your case clear"

[Chorus 2]
Let me tell ya
I've learned these things
Morals and lessons
Things that I've taken from other things
So let me tell ya this
You don't know yet
Hear the tail end of these tales then

[Verse 3]
Somehow
I'm in an SUV
With the doofus mayor
Don's in there somewhere
Driving the car's Kip Van Redneck
Is that Snake Plissken?
They must be shitting.. me
On this street
They're tryna get these people
To come to the town meeting
'Hardly, chodes,' I'm thinking
Anyway, this Kip is whizzing..
Down the road at breakneck
Been drinking?
Surging the gas, every ten seconds
Stomach wrenching
"Hey, watch that driving, Redneck
What the heck's behind this?"
Car is flying; so why this?
Kip is lipping how he likes to give the car some extra get-up...
Every now and then, this fricking doofus
"Kip, just watch that shit, you"
And then it seems to go smooth