13. House Of Curiosities

HOUSE OF CURIOSITIES

I pulled off at a rest stop out on highway 93,
I’d been on the road so long that I could hardly see,
I was slipping off to sleep as the sun set so serene,
when I woke up to the most god-awful sound I ever seen.

A diesel rig came rattlin’ in, backfired, coughed and snorted,
with stars and moons hand painted on, and dragons all contorted.
It came sputtering to a halt with a hiccup, belch and wheeze,
big red letters said, “The House of Curiosities”.

The driver’s door swung open on a sight so strange to see.
The tattoos on his arm said he’d been jailed or out to sea.
He was long and gaunt, it looked like he was made of wire
gray hair all long and straggly and his eyes were all afire
and he said.

Chorus
“My name is Cecil. I drive this diesel.
I’m an entrepreneur but I ain’t no weasel.
The House of Curiosities is the name of the rig I ride,
for the fee of one thin Lincoln you can take a look inside.

I guarantee I’ve got some things that you ain’t never seen,
‘Cause, I been to places Boy, that you ain’t never been,
I could tell you stories, everything has got a tale,
just remember, don’t touch anything, and nothing is for sale,

I got Robert Johnson’s guitar, I got Van Gogh’s ear,
I got Dylan Thomas’ silver spoon made by Paul Revere,
I got the burning man’s match, the laughin’ man’s funny bone,
I got Solomon’s Seal and the philosopher’s stone,

I got the eye of the tiger, the sword of Musashi,
a platinum plated jacket that was wore by Liberace,
I got the dead sea scrolls I got the golden egg,
I got Captain Hook’s hook and I got his peg leg,

I got the razor’s edge, I got the cat’s meow,
I got the Chinaman’s chance I got the holy cow,
and a recent acquisition, something for your mind to chaw on,
I got the Magna Carta guess you noticed it’s been gone.

I got the monkey’s paw, I got the holy grail,
I found the missing link out of King Arthur’s chain mail
Crystals, clocks and coins and hookahs, shrunken heads and guns
it’s not an obsession I’m doin’ it for fun, because you see, I say,

Chorus
“My name is Cecil. I drive this diesel.
I’m an entrepreneur but I ain’t no weasel,
The House of Curiosities is the name of the rig I ride
for the fee of one thin Lincoln you can take a look inside.

I fired up my engine and I shot on down the road.
Didn’t care to hang with Cecil in the rig that he rode.
Out on Alligator Alley cockeyed headlights gaining fast,
The House of Curiosities flew screamin’ past.

and I heard him say;

My name is Cecil, I drive this diesel,
I’m an entrepreneur but I ain’t no kinda weasel,
The House of Curiosities is the name of the rig I ride
for the fee of one thin Lincoln you can take a look inside.