Da-da-da— F—F— Nothing coming through I saw a truck go rolling by With three big letters in the sky I shook my fist, I shook a shoe And yelled the only thing I knew: DAF! A PLUNDERPHONICS SONG ABOUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING DAF! The horn says “maybe,” the road says “hmm” DAF! No plot, no point, no thing to bring Just a little bit of everything And absolutely nothing A chopped-up clock says quarter-to The pavement hums a B-flat tune A shopping cart drifts past the moon Four, seven, two— We now return to— DAF! A PLUNDERPHONICS SONG ABOUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING DAF! The bass goes thump, the tape goes thin DAF! The chorus starts, then won’t begin Just a little bit of everything And absolutely nothing Maybe it’s a song about a sign Maybe it’s a sign about a song Maybe that’s a line that sounds profound Till the next truck drowns it out I shout again, the truck rolls on The letters vanish, then they’re gone A dog looks up, a leaf falls down The whole wide world forgets the sound DAF! A PLUNDERPHONICS SONG ABOUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING DAF! DAF! No big reveal, no grand design Just your noise and mine and time And absolutely nothing Nothing. DAF!
