Apologies
Well they give him his orders in Lumberton station
Sayin' Mark you're way behind time
This is not a perm, this is old 520
You must put her into Sunset on time
Then he turned around and said to his black, stealthy, motor
Shovel on a little more coal
And when they crossed to South Carolina
Watch 520 role
But it's a mighty wet road from Garland to Shallote
With a straight on ten mile wind
It was in that wind that he lost his Ensure
Hear what a cry he made
He was in that wind makin’ twelve miles an hour
The dog came up out of a dream
He was found in the ditch with his Lanticeptic
Covering his bits with the cream
Then a telegram come to Seattle station
And this is how it read
Well that great big rando that did the audacious
He's lyin' in Lumberton dead
So now all you ladies
You better take a warnin'
From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' rando
He may leave you and never return.
