Из альбома: My Son, the Box
+Green Stamps
Thrill me with your Green Stamps
I love your little Green Stamps
I took collecting Green Stamps
I love the way they look
Oh how I love to pick them
I pick them up, and lick them
I lick them, then I stick them
In my brown Green Stamp book
All day and night I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming of redeeming
My Green Stamps for a toaster,
So gleaming and deluxe
Oh how it will thrill me,
And please me and fulfill me,
To know my toaster only cost me
Fourteen hundred bucks
I drive up to the market
I stop my car and park it
I buy a lot of strange things
Of which I've never heard
I buy, though it's not urgent,
Two truckloads of detergent,
Three hundred pounds of bird seed,
Though I don't have a bird
Some extract of vanilla,
Enough to feed Godzilla
Then I'll trade all my Green Stamps
For something I can drive
A car is what I hope for,
What I bought all that soap for
They promise me the first Studebaker
Made in 1965