(Sparks)
Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all.
All through the day how the hours rush by, you sit in the park

and you watch the grass die.

Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight, when

shadows of night start to fall.
They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten and people who live
there are not seen again.


Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana and a
salesman from places unknown

all huddled together in downtown, Toledo to spend their big
night all alone.


You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there
one day.
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes: go visit the

bakery and watch the buns rise.

Ah, but let's not forget that the folks of Toledo unselfishly

gave us the scale.
No springs, honest weight, that's the promise they made,
so smile and be thankful next time you get weighed.


And "wive and wet wive", let this be our motto, let's let the
sleeping dogs lie.

And here's to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio, ladies, we bid you
goodbye.