Auto shakes his blinders off, ploughs up the common streets,
The lost dogs bark the Nicene creed and dream of bones to eat,
Praise eglantines, hot joe and beans, the sea, the desert heat.

Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about, (with eyes wide open)
Paint the common things with mystery and renovate our history,
When we take the scenic routes.

Auto rides Narragansetts on back the westward wind,
to pecan logs and shopping malls, and illustrated men,
Loves Christ the Lamb, mom, eggs and ham and this tattoo on his skin says...

Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about, (with wide-eyed wonder)
The cloud enfolded Trinity unpacks the ancient tapestry,
When we take the scenic routes.

Pigs in a blanket, nice and hot,
Wax museums, mystery spots,
Great balls of string, cheap shrunken heads,
The penguin boy says.

Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about, (with eyes wide open)
Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about, (with wide-eyed wonder)
Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about, (there's nowhere else I'd rather be)
Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (stop and smell the roses)
Imagine what it's all about,
Yeah, we'll take the scenic routes, (chase the endless summer)
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