Another day on the job I tried, I gave what I’ve got The songs were keeping me safe But now they’re breaking the locks And my relationship’s toxic There’s some lanes to be crossed But when we’re faced with the option We just stay in the car And there’s a certain Mammalian Not an elk or an ox I think they call it a brocket In the Yucatán And you can try to move on, And you can cry if you want But at the break of the dawn, oh You’ll just stay in the car Yeah, you’ll just stay in the car Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it right now This honesty policy isn’t working, I’ve found But you were so fond of me back in ‘72 And now I can’t help but remember hearing what you… said… You said you loved the show And you’d come back again You’re gonna come around on Sunday with your actor friends I’m glad you had the chance And now my chest is tense You can get caught up in a moment and it never ends And it never ends And it never ends Another day on the job I tried, I gave what I’ve got The songs were keeping me safe But now they’re breaking the locks And my relationship’s toxic There’s some lanes to be crossed But when we’re faced with the option We just stay in the car And there’s a certain Mammalian Not an elk or an ox I think they call it a brocket In the Yucatán And you can try to move on, And you can cry if you want But at the break of the dawn, oh You’ll just stay in the car Yeah, you’ll just stay in the car

Imagine driving down the street in a Honda Accord You’re gonna love the grip, you’re gonna love the torque And you’ll love-a the feel of the wheel on your hands And you’ll love-a the coverage, contingency plan Imagine driving down the street with the one you love You’re gonna lower the seat, you’ve got that company trust ‘Cause at Honda, we promise that nothing is wrong So just open your pockets and purchase a car Imagine driving down the street in a Honda Accord Pull into Home Depot, to get some home decor For that house up in northerly Maine where you stay But you hear that there might be a blizzard today Imagine driving down the street with your wife and kids You really made it now, it’s been your life for this But yet suddenly, you’re paralyzing with fear And you realize now that you just hit a deer And your wife looks at you with a mysterious face And your kids they ask you what is wrong? And your wife says, “Here, honey, play with my phone” “Why don’t you and your brother play some Temple Run?” And she fiddles with the door, and she gets out of the car And she asks you "What the hell’s taking you so long?" And you try your best, muster up a response And she says, this is the twenty-second time this month I swear to God, every drive, you’ll be hitting a deer Swear to God, that they might go extinct this year But every time, that they die, I have to clean up the blood And every time, you put the blame on your Honda Accord And I’m just so fed up, with the venison I thought that I was in love, and well, I guess that I was And well, I guess that I was So I won’t be the one to assuage your fears The road of Accord is… paved in tears But I guess that there might be a lesson I learned As I drive through the ashes of bridges I’ve burned Imagine driving down the street in a Honda Accord You’ve got to get a grip, ‘cause it’s a long way toward Any meaningful way to make peace with your soul I just pray every day that you’re watching the road Imagine driving down the street in a Honda Accord You’re gonna love the grip, you’re gonna love the torque And you’ll love-a the feel of the wheel on your hands And you’ll love-a the coverage, contingency plan Imagine driving down the street with the one you love You’re gonna lower the seat, you’ve got that company trust ‘Cause at Honda, we promise that nothing is wrong So just open your pockets and purchase a car

Now, see, not a lot of people know this - I was Benny’s manager, back in the day. People like to say, sure, the Hondathon Sales Event - that was what really did him in, but that sort of flippancy was kind of his whole thing from the get-go. And by that I mean, he was, you know, an asshole. I met him in high school. We were in a band together called um, Benny and the BOO!!!!, you know, like what ghosts say, ‘cause, you know, he had a real fascination with the macabre at the time. But, you know, obviously that didn’t work out, but he kept me around, ‘cause I was willing to go along with his ridiculous antics, you know. So right after graduation, he went off, and, uh, he became a novelty songwriter for funerals and the like, by the name of DJ Funester. And I remembered this - he got one gig, for this family up in Massachusetts, this lady and her son. See, this old geezer - her husband, I’m sorry - he had just, you know, done his thing - and, you know, they thought Benny was a classical musician or something, that he was gonna compose something tasteful for the old man. And, well, he didn’t. Patrick Bibblebury Adams. That was the old guy’s name. I dunno why I still remember that, but, there you go. Father, friend, and frolicker, that’s how they described him. Fuckin’ Benny. What a world.

Mr. Adams’ life was awesome Tragic that he passed But we know that he was Catholic So, yeah, he’s moving on He leaves behind a son With a vision that surpassed him Cause when his daddy passed He commissioned him a song Yeah, we know what’s going on Everybody, come on, hands in the sky! I know that being with family, yeah, it always hurts So here’s a shoutout to everybody within the church And I don’t eulogize often, so yeah, I won’t be curt Today I won’t be curt No, I hope that we learn He was driving on a Jetski, it was almost one A.M. And he went onto a ramp Got some leverage and he went Should’ve seen that geezer send Got a twenty-second airtime He was driving to impress Lovely wife, her name was Beth (Beth smiles) Once he hit the water That’s when things got more intense There’s a shark, a hammerhead Didn’t get the chance for breakfast And this what he said “Mr. Adams, you’re delicious” (chomp, chomp, chomp) “Mr. Adams, you’re delicious” (chomp, chomp, chomp) (One, two, three--) ‘Cause your father’s life was awesome Tragic that he passed But we know that he was Catholic So, yeah, he’s moving on, He leaves behind a son With a vision that surpassed him Cause when his daddy passed He commissioned him a song Yeah, we know what’s going on