Who did you say it was brother,
Who was it fell by the way,
When the found the nude on the highway,
Did you hear anyone pray?

CH..
I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother,
I didn't hear nobody pray,
I saw the wreck on the highway,
But I didn't hear nobody pray.

Brett Arnes was an Ellenberg fellar,
On Interstate 90 one day,
He took off his clothes in the fast lane,
But I didn't hear nobody pray,

CH

Now Brett sold Big Macs for a decade,
'Til his brain cells had melted away,
With holding the fries and the mayo,
And telling folks, 'Have a Nice Day'

CH

Brett was driving back home in the evening.
When he finally flipped so they say,
Crossed three lanes an crashed into the guard-rail
But I didn't hear nobody pray.

CH

He jumped from his car in an instant,
And threw all his clothing away,
Then walked under 'Ric Hanson's Pickup,
But I didn't hear nobody pray

CH

Now the end of the story is tragic,
Brett's passing killed others that day,
A dawg drawn by the smell of the burgers,
Was flattened as well so they say

CH

So come all you fast food aficionados,
Beware lest you go the same way,
If the mad-cows are still in the burgers,
You'll never hear nobody pray

With apologies to Roy Acuff and others.

FC (aka Brian Quinn)