[Intro: Whooping psychobilly male lead, snapping snare, slap bass] Hey now! Linden Street with a rake in my hand Pile so tall it got its own little land [Verse 1: Whooping psychobilly male lead, fast psychobilly verse, twangy hollow-body guitar] Last week of October and the maples let go Raked the whole street, every yard in a row Pushed it in a heap at the end of the drive Taller than the mailbox and it looked alive Kids came running in their capes and their wings Diving off the wall doing cannonball things Every one went under with a crunch and a shout Every one came up with a leaf in the mouth Then Mister Dunn come stomping from the yard next door Man who pops every ball like he is keeping the score Said get off that pile, y'all making a mess Put a boot in the side and the pile said yes [Hook: Whooping psychobilly male lead, full band, slap bass] Jump on in, it's the best pile in town Every kid that goes under comes bouncing around But you yell at the young ones, you better not land 'Cause the pile on Linden don't hand you back, man [Verse 2: Whooping psychobilly male lead, psychobilly shouted verse, twangy hollow-body guitar] Dunn went under with a crunch and a slurp Left his hat on the top and the pile let out a burp Kids looked at me and I looked at the rake Then a little one jumped for his own dang sake Popped right up with a grin and a wing Pile spit him out like it's no big thing Then the man from the corner with the skateboard rule Came hollering down that it's a hazard, you fool Put a hand in the leaves to drag the thing flat Gone to the elbow, then gone, and that's that Then the lady who says it ain't safe from her stair Came to tell us it ain't safe, and then she wasn't there [Hook: Whooping psychobilly male lead, full band, slap bass] Jump on in, it's the best pile in town Every kid that goes under comes bouncing around But you yell at the young ones, you better not land 'Cause the pile on Linden don't hand you back, man [Bridge: Whooping psychobilly male lead, twang to fuzz, the clean twangy guitar flips to a full fuzzed-out roar as the heap stands up] Mama hollered Petey, get inside for the night And the leaves started shifting and the heap stood upright Rolled up the drive at the sound of her call Mama took one look and she changed it all Dropped it to a smile and she said it real sweet Petey, baby, come on in whenever, wipe your feet [Final Hook: Whooping psychobilly male lead, fuzzed-out guitar, slap bass, raw full voice] Jump on in, it's the best pile in town Every kid that goes under comes bouncing around But you yell at the young ones, you better not land 'Cause the pile on Linden don't hand you back, man [End]
