Truckin' - Pop-O-Pies Versions


The Pop-O-Pies recorded three versions of Truckin', two on their "White EP" and one on "Joe's Second Album". Semi-parodies but with much of the original lyrics.

The lyrics to the first version on the White Album are:

[at about the same tempo as the Dead]
Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', down in New York ...

One, two, three, four

[much faster]
Truckin', like a do-do-do-do
New York, across from New-New-New-
New Jersey, just won't let you in

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
New York, and Detroit it's all the same street
A typical city involved in a typical daydream
A typical city involved in a typical daydream
A typical city involved in a typical daydream
A typical city involved in a ...

One, two, three, four

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I've been thinking, got to mellow slow
Takes time, to pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' on

What in the world ever became of Sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living in bed, white bread and cocaine
All the boys can say is ain't it a shame

Sometimes the sun's all shining on me
Other times it's raining out
And other times I can barely see
Why it makes me
Want to scream and shout
On cocaine

Dallas, got a soft drink machine
Houston, across from New-New-New-
New Jersey, just the corn and beans
Just won't let you be

You're sick of hanging around and you like to travel
Tired of travelling, I want to stop at MacDonald's
One of these days they know you got to get going
They know you got to g-g-g-g-go

Truckin', I'm a going home
Wo, wo, baby, baby, baby, baby
Home, got to patch my bones
Get back truckin' on
The "White EP" also contains a "rap version":
I been on the road, I got my chips cashed in
I keep truckin' around like a doo-dah man
Saying New York it's no place to go
Because it's just too close to old NJ

Chorus
We're truckin', up to Buffalo
You see the people round here, they move too slow
You gotta take some time, pick a place to go
Just keep truckin'
[repeat]

What became of sweet Jane
Living on speed, speed and cocaine
She lost her head, she isn't the same
[?] mother she [died of old brain]

Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times, baby, I just can't see
You gotta think, pick a place, pick a place to be
Take a job, take a train, take a row on the sea

[chorus]

Travelling, no point in stopping
Visible [?] and buy some [?]
Aptly done, your friends all know it
You got a key, the key to get going

Dalls, JR, soft machine
[?] people, you know what I mean
Richmond, Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens
Much too close to New Orleans

[chorus]

I been on the road, I got my chips cashed in
I keep truckin' around like a doo-dah man
Saying New York
Too close to New York
Too close to New York
Too close to New York

Truckin', now don't say maybe
Wo-wo baby, baby, baby, baby
Back up, stop the road
And get back truckin' on

[chorus]
[etc]
The final version, on "Joe's Second Record" is similar to the first version on the "White EP":
One, two, three, four

Truckin', got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like a do-do-do-do-do-do-do
New York, to close to New-New-New-
New Jersey, it just won't let you be

What in the world ever became of travelling
Detroit, Detroit, Detroit it's all the same street
A typical city involved in a typical daydream
A typical city involved in a typical daydream
A typical city involved in a typical daydream

Two, three, four

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I've been thinking about good times so mellow
Takes time, and you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' on

What in the world ever became of Sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Living in bed, white bread and cocaine
All her freinds can say is ain't it a shame

Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times it's like I'm [frying ?]
Why it makes me
Want to scream and shout

OK, got a soft drink machine
Houston, too close to New-New-New-
New Jersey, got the corn and beans
But just won't let you be

What in the world ever became of travelling
I'm tired of travelling, I want to stop at MacDonald's
One of these days they know you got to get going
They know you got to g-g-g-g-go

Truckin', I'm a-going home
Wo, wo, baby, baby, baby, baby
Back home, got to pack my bones
Get back truckin' on
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