Lyrics:

[Linnell (Flansburgh)]

Here comes the last page, all I need is an ending
(This truck is driving out of my mind)
(But this truck has a mind of its own)
Nearing the end of the last page, and the end of my whole book
(Which is a lucky thing 'cause my leg)
(Is so short that I can't reach the brake)

Yeah, what to do with these loose ends? I should change the beginning
(This truck is driving out of my mind)
But I shouldn't be typing while I'm driving
(But this truck has a mind of its own)

While I'm making a phone call, while I'm searching through the glove box
(Which is a lucky thing 'cause my leg)
While I'm writing it all down, while it's happening
(Is so short that I can't reach the brake)

They're gonna be so impressed
(Something is nagging at me)
When they get a load of me
(But never mind, it's gone)

(This truck can practically find its own way without my help)
It's like I've got two extra pairs of hands
Two to write, two to steer, one to scratch my head
(Maybe I should lie back and cover my eyes, I think I'll do that)
And one to cover my eyes which would help me to think up an end

(Yeah, now I'm totally resting, I'm reclining while I'm driving)
Yeah, some kind of punctuational mark, some kind of, some kind of
(Why have I not tried this until now? I'm letting go)
Some kind of trouble up ahead, What the hell? What the hell?