The King of Araby is coming home It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway The sun is in the sky just now But the road is grey They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades The Caravan is sorry The driver has a twenty and change And we're leaving all the road for dead We're getting tired of the twists and turns You gotta go when human nature calls We're driving, we're driving Through the valley of malls And God forgive the passengers if we should fail To find a penny fountain of a half-off sale I need a merchant I've just started searching for the Holy Grail Fighting for the freedom from a common bond To be a barracuda in the guppy pond So little time for so many things to try on And we're leaving all the road for dead We're getting tired of the twists and turns You gotta go when human nature calls We're driving, we're driving Through the valley of malls