Spoiler Alert Lyrics

Flansburgh:
This truck is driving out
of my mind
But this truck has a mind
of its own
Which is a lucky thing
'cause my leg
is so short that I can't
reach the brake

This truck is driving out
of my mind
But this truck has a mind
of its own
Which is a lucky thing
'cause my leg
is so short that I can't
reach the brake

Something is nagging at me

But never mind, it's gone

This truck
can practically find its
own way without my help

Maybe I should lie back and
cover my eyes
I think I'll do that
Yeah
Now I'm totally resting, I'm reclining
while I'm driving
Why have I not tried this until now?
I'm letting go
I'm letting go

Linnell:
Here comes
The last page
All I need is an ending

Nearing
The end of the last page
And the end of the whole book

Yeah
What to do with these loose ends?
I should change the beginning
But I shouldn't be typing
While I'm driving
While I'm making a phone call
While I'm searching through the glove box
While I'm writing it all down
While it's happening
They're gonna be so impressed

When they get a load of me

It's like I've got two
extra pairs of hands
Two to write, two to steer, one to scratch
my head and one to
cover my eyes
Which would help me to think up an end

Yeah
Some kind of punctuational mark
Some kind of, some kind of...
Some kind of trouble up ahead
What the hell?
What the hell?