The Dairy Queen has melted
Having laid all her eggs
And the sporting good store
At the corner under the overpass

With an ice cream hot mouth
She smiled a carnation pink
Into the root canal music
Of a prom night disaster, dancing

On roads paved with liver and onions
As the ginger ale tickled her noise
And the power lines traced with a finger
Were gray turning gold

And jokingly blowing a bubble
As the teenagers slammed on their brakes
And sucking her teeth
She insisted on raising the stakes

Now the Dairy Queen is quiet
Sweating brown vinyl seats
With a need for directions
And candy that's never too sweet