In the still of the night or day
There's a thumping sound on the highway
What looked like a river was a road
With headlights for eyes and bumpers for toes
Bozo cruises at full speed ahead
Mr Jack Rabbit is seconds from dead
Blinded by a flash from heaven
Smashed by heavy meatal from hell
It might not be your kind of scene
They do not serve novelle cuisine
Come and have a seat with me
You won't find a cup of tea
Fur-lined burgers for the fur burger crew
Crunchie munchies on bumpers to chew
The Road Kill menu with body and soul
Always come wholesale but not always whole
It might not be your kind of scene
They do not serve novelle cuisine
Come and have a seat with me
You won't be paying V.A.T.
It might not be your kind of scene
They do not serve novelle cuisine
Come and have a seat with me
You won't find a single flea