“Highway 99 with Melange”

[Lazy Lady] “But the gist of things to come showed me nothing could be done…”
[You Are My One]
[Mama Rocker]
[Lazy Lady] “But that would just compound the hurt that comes…”

Well, I was drivin’ up the highway
Thinkin’ about I don’t know what in particular
What riot I would find when I got to Berkeley, I suppose
When I noticed these strange vibration
Or was I fallin’ in love?
Woo, well

I don’t have a radio in my car
So the noises I was hearin’
Frightened me enough
That I began to wonder about the wisdom
Of wanderin’ along on the road at eighty-five
Hmm, my

Now I should explain that I often drive alone
But this time I was givin’ my friend and his wife a ride
Or was she fallin’ in love?
Now my friend don’t drive
And he’s not used to the strange vibrations in my ’60 Dodge
But then if I had more money
I’d probably be worried about why the plane was wigglin’


Anyway, it takes a certain amount of blind faith to make ninety-nine in an old car
No matter what your experience or precaution
But I just had a tune-up
Well, anyway, you can’t dodge the one with your number on it, so to speak

Ooh-ooh-hoo, my motor
Why do I always seem to vibrate with my friend’s old lady? (Or was she fallin’ in love?)
It probably has to do with the fact I don’t have one myself
And I don’t want to mess with anyone else’s
So whereas I’d come on to somebody desirable
I’m attracted to a chick who feels that I won’t bite

Which is why when the car ground to a halt near Kingsburg
It was Fred who said that I needed a new transmission

I mean, after all, without a transmission, you can’t go
I mean, you need an engine, but that’s what you get on
And gettin’ it on requires the transmission
Which Fred felt under some tension to provide
Although the one that he had was not negotiable
Uh, necessarily
At all

  1. Tantamount to Treason, Vol. 1 (1972) (Record).