 Oh, oh, chicks and ducks and geese, best girl, when I take you out on the surf. When I take you out in Missouri with the fringe on top. Oh, watch the fringe and see it flood out when I take those last steps to the snow. The people's gonna beat the shutters and their eyes will pop. Wheels lie in all fours, trees brown, the dashboard's in your mind's eye. The eyes of God's couldn't roll around like that.