I met her on the highway stoned on oatmeal;
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore;
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper when she shot me,
and I knew she'd bought her dentures in a store;
The painters knew I'd play "Go Fish" forever;
She said to me our love would never die;
But who'd have thought she'd blast off on her "Workmate";
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.